I saw her with some other friends
Who did things that had no good ends.
I saw her look down to the ground
When I was driving by.
And on her face,
Shame and disgrace.
She wanted that
I saw her not.
And so I worried, on and on.

In my heart I felt the fear
That our friendship's end drew near.
For she thought I the one who thought
She shouldn't do as she ought not.

Although I never said she shouldn't,
I made it clear that, well, I wouldn't.
And so we have thus grown apart
And now the pain tears at my heart.

Well, now I don't know what to do
To say, be careful, we love you?
To let her go her merry way,
And hope that she come back someday?
That she come back unscathed someday,
And find true peace from God.

Or should I try to talk to her
And tell her how I feel?
For once I did, and she withdrew,
In anger, shut me out.
And so I worry, yet again.

I often falter from the path,
I lose my footing sure.
I try to step back on again
And stray from it no more.
I wish to tell her how it's hard,
But that if you just try,
You'll reach the trail's end someday
If you believe and try.

I see my friend along the path,
She's walking on the side.
She steps away, and looks around
And sees no one in sight.
She steps onto another path,
The opposite from me.
She turns around
To look back at
The life she used to lead;
She looks at me
And thinks I'm strange
To be the way I am.

It hurts me so
To see and know
That I have helped her not.
I want to just reach out and say
"Come back, I'll lead you home!"
But who am I to give advice?
I guess, a hypocrite.
But I worry more for her than me,
For God will lead me back.
But if she turns her back on Him
And also onto me,
Where shall she turn to find a friend
To help her find the way?

I fear she turns to other things
To ease her aching, empty heart.
To other so-called friends of hers
That lead her farther yet
To ways of life and things to do
Which she will soon regret.
And so I worry, on and on.

Perhaps I worry much too much,
But yet, the signs aren't small.
My friend and I have grown apart,
Shall we return at all?

And how can I point out to her
The things she shouldn't do?
When I myself do so much wrong,
I wish I didn't do.
A slip of tongue, a rude remark
Can cut her like a knife.
Or even in a simple thought,
I can be oh so cruel at times.
So thoughtless, and ought not.

I hope she'll find the path again,
I hope that I can help.
For there is just the one true way--
The straight, steep path of God.
I hope that I stay on this path
And follow it through life
And think myself not more than them
For am I why they walk it not?

A friend's a very special thing,
And that I surely know.
So if you see a friend astray,
Help her, judge her not.