egypt del rosario (april 17,1996)
I open my eyes with full of excitement
As I'll start to step my right foot to the new chapter
I start to guess, I start to wonder
What will gonna be my fate as I soon enter?
It's an awkward feeling as I invade the kingdom
I'm a loner, an outcast
Lots of peer chit and chatting that lasts
And I start to ask myself,
Is this adolescence?
'Oh my gosh.'
I was like a child whose gazing for someone to play with
In times of trouble or in times of need
To be happy or to be sad
Until someone talks to me and said
'FRIENDSHIP IS NOT A GAME TO BE PLAY,
INSTEAD, IT'S A PLAY THAT YOU CANT
TELL WHO REALLY IS TO BE'
That man really proves what he said
As I experience day by day
My best buds forget what we play
From yesterdays to yesteryear
It breaks our precious memory.
Soon and soon the new chapter will be no longer new
Another chronicle of my life to told to
The group, the friends, that I used to go with
They would gonna be a memory to reminisce a big bit.
I hope that by the time God offer us a new day
As we open our closed eyes full of excitement
What we play today, will be our play for tomorrow
And should be cherished to our entire life.
True friendship stays in our hearts
As we'll start to step our foot to the new chapter
Gonna start to guess, start to wonder
What will gonna be our fate as we soon enter?
So I thank you for being a part of this chapter
I am very confident that we may be far to each other
The characters of this play will be later reenter.
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