Barefoot round the sea rocks,
my friend was the one who held my hand,
carried my struggle throughout my life
on my own by nature I could not stand
A friend who was like my own father
he understood me and lived a life for me,
he picked me up when I felt down
and enlightened my world like the deep blue sea
Though my best friend is now forever gone,
I cry and cry knowing he is forever by my side
he hugs me when I feel alone and sad
and his everlasting shadow be my guide
As the raging waves were flushing him far away,
I had to say my last goodbye and died,
seeing him at his worst form of life,
I could not hold my tears and looked aside
My best friend waved his hand for me
'Maven, Maven my friend, ' he cried
my friend knew I was in my saddest state,
but still he smiled
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