College Days

We played in the large open fields

A small band of naughty kids were we

We called ourselves the Three Musketeers

Who fought for one another and stood for one another

We spoke in secret codes and languages

And formed our own secret circle

Where we passed notes during class hours and laughed at silly jokes

But when the graduation day came,

All the jokes we laughed were replaced by teardrops

Although the Three Musketeers decided to keep in touch, they couldn't tell what future held for them

At the end of the day, they wore a smile bravely and hugged each other with heavy and bleeding hearts