Lend me a shoulder

Days of peril are far from gone,
Lend me a shoulder, friend;
In such times, that's nice to lean on
Lend me a shoulder, friend.

Drained and disdained, from joy detained,
Only sorrow seems sustained;
Life is strained, seeing me so pained,
Oh Lord, are you entertained?

Burning in the reddest fires,
Is my lonely crying heart;
From this life that hurts and tires
I wonder when I will part!

For loss append, to life amend,
Even I dare intend,
On support I wholly depend,
Lend me a shoulder, friend!

PS: Written during the dark times controlled by disagreeable lecturers, horrifying exams and mystifying rules.