A friend may not even be alive,
For friendship is an art...

Sing little bird for tomorrow,
For all in the world which is good...

Every year a horse is born,
Upon it's head it has a horn...

They're there whether or not you need them,
It's their full-time job to watch over you...

Tomorrow I can dread about tomorrow,
Not today, in any way...

I'm a powerful, yet beautiful Chinese dragon...
I remember the freedom I had up, up, up, soaring...

I used a mirror,
To look and see...

I knew you were cyber,
I thought you were fake...

These tears I cried were not for you,
but what I thought we once had had...