How many of us have got real good friends
one's you can talk too when trouble never ends...

The first time i saw you ,you were was only three
i had just done two years in the state...

To me all these years you have always been my rock
years ago i almost lost my way but you made me...

To my father who gives me advise like a friend
always my mate until the end...

Tears have dryed upon my face
no more crying just a broken heart to replace...

Like an old news paper you throw away
read all the news and whats happened today...

Feathers fall gently toward the earth
the old bird fluttering his wings for all its...

You came to me through the door
running as if life no more...