when I turn around your always there
to hold me up and wipe away my tears
with a shoulder to cry on and a tissue in hand
your my best friend from beginning to end
but lately something's changed
no more heart to heart
no more shoulder to cry on...
now when did this start?
you've always been there for me
now I have to be there for you
and trust me
there isn't anything I'd rather do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem