Friends
Friends
Things are not good today
But soon will be
You and me are not the same now
Maybe our future will be.
The world was mine then
Perhaps because my time was good
But nobody troubles me now
Probably I've become a crook.
But I will rise again
Fighting all the woes
Making the world applaud me
With the fullest of hues.
With all the experience
I will make it true
Forgetting all your memories
I will go through.