Come Back A.N.

A budding friendship is something to mourn,
When one has got to leave...
A sisters' bond so newly born,
Now separated by stormy seas.

Why did you have to go?
Come back, I beg you, please...
My head is filled with sorrow and woe,
I pray you, on bended knees.

There's no one here to take my hand,
I'm no longer complete you see...
I don't know if you understand,
I'm empty inside if there is no we.