Friendship, the Sweetest Influence (Φιλότης Γλυκυτάτη Δυναστεία)

How cruel, how horrid some lives can be,
To tell the sun it must find shade.
How lonesome, how cold some lives can be,
To try and press on when there'll never be aid.

A life in chains is really a picture,
to be but not feel, to look but not see.
In life by self or life by scripture,
Freedom's not free and it will never be.

So little we know to be so true,
For all we know is that we are.
Clinging to safety is all that we knew,
Stuck to a friend, or a love, or a bar.

When we know only but ourself
We take some risks, and live to die.
Then we see what is life itself
Then we beat the horrid lie.

Yet you can't move past the truth of life,
this we've already come to know.
The pain, the sorrow, and the strife,
A story we've heard not long ago.

For feelings are gained, so quickly they're lost,
but who are we to sit and judge?
So far lost at such deep cost,
Left with a tackle, but lost by a nudge.

How cruel, how horrid some lives can be,
To tell the sun it must find shade.
How lonesome, how cold some lives can be,
To try and press on with only my aid.