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