What must it take to bring him back?

Friendships nowadays seem so fragile, unable to grow close and intimate (no, i'm not talking about BGR sense), unable to grow deep, unable to stand the test of trial and time, time and fire.

Friends are good to have in good times, but in bad times many turn to be just slightly more than non-existence. Most friends seem to disappear when you're going through bad times, leaving you with little to turn to, or when they are the ones who are going through bad times, they refuse to breathe a single word & they choose to hide and run away instead.

I find it hard to keep strong friendships of which the other party is not open to share what's deep down, only being a friend in good times, but in bad times is on their own and shuns from their friends who are then left at a lose of what to do. And it seems to happen a lot to me this year. I'm trying to be open too, but it's getting harder and more discouraging.

i miss these certain friends, one a close brother too. This song is for him:

When Friends Forsake
A little boy of sorrow, ran away from the arms of love,
Into this foolish world, and it left him drained.
Yet he still runs away, time and time again,
Never ending sorrow, everlasting pain.

What must it take to bring him back to this house again?
Will he be lost in his pain and be buried in his shame?
The little child so lost and weary, yet his earthly pride,
Carries him through the day even when friends forsake.

That little lad of sorrow, wandering through the streets,
Prodigal expenditures on earthly beings, false friends fall asleep.
Yet one little day it was over, and his world disappeared,
Left him with a needle and thread, a broken heart to mend

What must it take to bring him back to this house again?
Will he be lost in his pain and be buried in his shame?
The little child so lost and weary, yet his earthly pride,
Carries him through the day even when friends forsake.

Bridge
He wanders lost, day by day, night by night,
He fed the swines of misery, will he go down in history,
As a lad who ran away from the arms of love?
When friends forsake.

The little man of sorrow, ran from freedom to captivity,
Perhaps he'd learnt his lesson, now he's on road way home,
Out of the door stepped his Father, with arms open wide,
Embracing his dear child, now back at his side,

And he said,

"I'm just so happy that now you're back in this house again.
Home is where the pain is lost and buried is the shame.
Oh little child so lost and weary, welcome back tonight,
I'll be with you in the day even when friends forsake."