The Faith of friends is something special,
To welcome in to our homes.
The Love of these two friends was a vessel.
The trees who whispered moaned.
The sadness of his family,
as poor old America,
He doesn't see the light through the trees,
He doesn't notice her.
She opens the curtains and sighed to herself,
As she runs down the stairs and spins around.
The air she breaths in smells so fresh,
She doesn't hear the sounds.
The new girl, everyone calls her,
But he never thought she'd mend,
The sadness poverty that he is concerned,
She doesn't comprehend.
They meet on the bus,
With evil lurking round,
Who wouldn't go too far they've sussed,
Or feel your face to ground.
The love of these two friends,
And two heads just like theirs,
Could make a world, and not to offend
Will keep them from their cares.
This world that's only theirs,
And only theirs to keep.
The creatures that are look-alike pares,
So funny, there to peep.
This world is at a lovely height,
There will be sadness now.
That'll fill their lives that are so bright,
He leaves her all alone.
One day the teacher comes for him,
He leaves the girl at home,
With his undying doubt and sin.
He leaves her all alone.
The day is good and so, so happy,
But when he gets back home,
He feels the wroth of the Terries,
He longs and misses her so.
The sadness that will never die,
Will live with him for now,
He never truly said goodbye,
To the teacher, we should have let her go.
