I always dreamed of what life would be like
Just to go and hang with friends, or even ride a bike
But as you grow older, your life becomes to gfet sour
You experience things that you wished you'd never hit the hour
But one thing is true all along, your friends will help you along
They'll be there to pick up the peices to your broken heart
Or even dis you on your favorite peice of art
They will be there to help you through and through
S you will always know they are so very dear to you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem