Make friends, and more importantly, learn to keep them. |
Down the road, by the brook, There was a tree, there was a nook, The tree was oak, with a heart of gold, It gave me love, it soothed my soul. When I was beat, when I was down, It gave me strength to carry on, It let me hug, it let me cry, It heard my pain, and healed it dry. And I grew young, I grew strong, I ran with the world, I flew like a song I ran like mad, with hunger and furor, I ran to get ahead, and be a conqueror. Years passed by, and one day I stopped, I wanted to rejoice, and delay my hop, I turned around, to embrace my regards, The silence was deafning, I saw graveyard. And then it dawned, I had come too far, The faster I ran, the lonelier I got, I saw no one, to hug away the pain All my vanities looked like vain. I cried like a baby, I cried all night, I wanted that hug, to feel alive, And while I ran back, with heart full of grief, I made million promises, I vowed to keep, I ran down the road, by the brook, I stared at the ravages, my soul shook, I saw the emptiness, where my friend once stood, There was no tree, there was no nook. |