The cover flips and the pages lay bare
So tells a life we've yet to share
We pull them apart as we take firm hold
For two summers ago our story unfolds
And so we sat around and we talked all day
'Bout whether our life had been all work and no play
Then we talked about times when we were fooling around
And we talked about the days we hung out about town
Well if you've got something to say you'd better say it right now
Cause there won't be another day when we are all around
Be it just a little thank you for being the class clown
Or that you really broke my heart when you left without a sound
And we realize that there's no more time to spend
No more singing to songs and jumping hand in hand
No more laughing at scandals that just don't make sense
No more loving each other for being so dense
Now that our story is nearing its end
The ink has gone dry as the last page descends
Our friendship forever will guide our hands
As we write this last word to our pledge as friends..
Come this year end, we'll be parting our ways.
Till that very day, and henceforth, we'll always remain, friends.
Beautifully written, Weiming. (:
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What it gives to see a shadow of a smile on the most haggard of features.
Or to hear the ever-so-beautiful chime of baby's laughter.
Time, it's a thing that humanity has always tried pursuing.
Yet we'd never caught up to it.
I'm unable to fathom how many more Sunday's I'll be able to see your smile.
To hold on to your frail hands, hear you speak, albeit a little slowly.
Hospital, home, home, hospital. I've lost count, too.
The wait till the end. It's a tough, long one. We'll be there beside you.
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