Today I spoke with Blake,
He didn't seem so good.
He never really does these days,
I don't suppose he would.

He was too young when he lost you,
So were all of us,
But now he sits alone and thinks,
Calls himself a wuss.

I asked if I could help some way,
Cheer him up a bit.
He looked in my eyes and honestly said
"If you can get me one thing."

Someone outside the family,
A human I suppose.
That's all that he has asked me for,
All he has proposed.

He says he's worried he'll leave us,
That he'll reach his end
Before he gets his only wish;
Mother, he just wants a friend.