Friends of Friends of Bill

Those neighbor kids, they meant no harm
Came home from church to find a three-alarm
To my sister's, she gave us a key
Three years, one room, two kids and me

But he would lift my burden—
All the power, the comfort
In his name
Is that so much to ask—
To believe and be unashamed?

Stay after church, for friends of friends of Bill
I tell the story of my son, his need, the pain to kill
How I saved all the money, a box in a drawer
How I'd give it to him; knew what it was for

But he would lift my burden—
All the power, the comfort
In his name
Is that so much to ask
To believe and be unashamed?

The visits get harder
He lowers his eyes, and every time
They get darker

I show him the pictures drawn by his kid
How do you learn you can smother someone with your love?
Isn't loving at all in this world hard enough?
Those neighbor kids, they meant no harm