With friends we fight and with friends we share...
To hide something from them we do not dare.
Canteens and BCRs are our favourite hangouts...
The environment there is full of screams & shouts.
Friends are like an icing on the cake...
Till the trust we have in them, they break.
With them we cry, for them we are ready to die...
Bt when it's their turn to show concern they dearly say 'Good Bye'.
They tell us 'We are always there'...
We search for them just to find them nowhere.
In the future we may meet never...
Bt the memories that we have cherished will remain forever.
At every point of time in life there will be a new face...
And new friends will fill the empty space.
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