Oh friend, look at me.
Where were you when I sent the plea.
I should have stopped at the signal,
That your heart gave me.
Dear friend,
It was never meant to be.
The years only make up history.
It was a long walk,
In the mornings and in the dark.
Summers and winters,
The heat and the shivers.
And sometimes there was heavy fog,
So then it turned into a jog.
But when there was rain,
The tears covered the pain.
Now the dark lingered on,
Moonlight was the only dawn.
One day a blast of thunder was heard,
It was then known the journey had deterred.
Yet, a lightening show occurred,
and that was the start where it had all blurred.