Wonderwall

Everyone has a bucket
Filled with drops of pain and tears
Only a few have the sponge
To absorb it with a Love ya in the ears
Yet fewer have feet walking beside
That drink the overflowing bits
And fewer still have the guiding hands
That allow you to carry it without spills
Friends are rare, love is rarer
Luck to retain them is rarest of all
The tottering soul fumbles in the dark
Searching for its wonderwall