There’s a part of the story that’s hard to find
A part that’s digging, crawling, hurting
The preface can never hide
The pages are spinning fast
The words are hard to grasp
There’s no hope for “The End“
No wishing to be dust in the wind
Cries of joy come
Mortality becomes
It breathes an eternity with a forever friend

There’s a part of the story that’s hard to find
A part that’s yearning for attention
This part haunts you when the sky is bright
It leaves a stain in plain sight
Visible to the eye
Plausible to the heart
Reeking with exceeding joy and distance
Sometimes wishing for another
He gives it accordingly to height and perseverance
There is a difference in each other

There’s a part of this story that’s not hard to find
A part filled with love and compassion
Like the wings of a bird
Each feather is a feature
She fly’s in the wind
She fly’s in the rain
She fly’s in the dark
No falling from sorrow or pain
She will fly over the mountain
Without a doubt she will rewind
Here to stay, here to play, here to laugh, here to live
That makes the story of friendship NEVER END