My Friends
Through the thick wood
Behind the gray house we ran
Doing everything together we could
Having a good time was always on hand
Time flew by years came and went
Now we are older and still
Young at heart, They were truly heaven sent
Always thought we'd have time to kill, until
The older we get the further we get
Now it seems we are much to stressed
My one wish is for them to never forget
That times with them were the best
This is all about giving them thanks for
Each of them always had a hand to lend
Back in the day when it was just us four
Running through the wood, I and my friends
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