Hopes and dreams been ripped away,
Along with friends who weren't so true.
Some kinds of love just cannot stay
In hearts whose vision's over-due.
I've said, "Really, you don't treat me well
and you've truly hurt my heart."
Asking, simply, for a sorry,
Before our friendship's torn apart.
I hope I musn't step aside,
And disregard our lovely past. .
But it seems as if their choice is pride,
And they'd rather that our love not last.
What shallow 'motion in their souls,
And hardened cold sincerity.
A friendship once had burned with fire,
Now nothing but some crackling coals
It now has shown so clear to me.