There once was a little girl,
Who learned to ride a trike
She learned to live wtih two other individuals,
As they were part of her life
She grew older, and much wiser
She knew that it soon would end
One day, the wheel fell off
She tried so hard to defend.
To defend the friendship she had
The one that was now broken
But, that couldnt tear them apart
They had a love so strong, and unspoken.
Two of the \"little girls\" eventually learned to ride a bike
But they never did forget
The front wheel that left them one day
They loved her still, but her leaving they regret.
Its all ok now, they have eachother
However the front wheel is miles astray
That doesnt mean they cant be a trike
When they need that front weel, shes only a phone call away.
The tricycle will never be the same
But thats reality, its part of life
No matter how young or old
Your always open to strife
Their friendship will always remain
No matter how many times they fall
The could never be seperated
Not for anything. nothing at all.
