One day at a glass beach house,
I met a boy with great pride
Who was playing in the sand
With no one by his side.

I walked over to the blond haired boy
With strong intention to amend.
But little did I know that day
He would become my true best friend.

We laughed and laughed and laughed some more
Until the last laugh we tried.
I had made my first best friend that day
That boy with great pride.

But I should have noticed that day
That my friend had grown sick
With a disease that could kill a man.
This took his body quick.

To this day I will remember
Of my friend who kept great pride,
And the disaster that occurred
When his body broke and died.