As I sit alone
With the warm sun on my back
I realise something’s missing
A part of me which lacks.
With the warm sun on my back
I realise something’s missing
A part of me which lacks.
I feel is restlessness
A part of me is dead.
I know now what it is.
Now I realise what is wrong.It’s the feeling,
Now I realise what is wrong.It’s the feeling,
they call solitude,
All my friends are gone.
All my friends are gone.
Of course I know,
That as we grow,
We have to make our way,
We all must plot a different course,
To go by everyday.
That as we grow,
We have to make our way,
We all must plot a different course,
To go by everyday.
I always thought my friendships,
Would be round,
Just like the moon
But you see,
I am not ready,
For it all to end so soon.
Would be round,
Just like the moon
But you see,
I am not ready,
For it all to end so soon.
I miss their happy laughter,
Floating on the wind.
I miss the many secrets,
That circulate within.
Floating on the wind.
I miss the many secrets,
That circulate within.
The only way to keep,
Our friendships woven tight,
Is to keep in contact always,
And then we’ll be alright!
Our friendships woven tight,
Is to keep in contact always,
And then we’ll be alright!
yup....as long as we keep in touch our friendship wil always remain....nice one bhavya....very touchy..
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