Friends come and go, just how the dark falls
then how sunrise glows.
Some friends are like stars, that seem to
always be there, and some like
shooting stars that are just too rare.
But they only come at night when the night
is dark and wide, it just goes to show
during daylight all they do is hide.
The only friend I'm sticking with
will forever be the sky.
For whenever I hit thunder
along with me it cries,
And then when I feel better, it
keeps on shining bright, for all my
rolling tears to make an end and dry.
And when my time has come, for me to say
good bye, the only friend I'll be with
will forever be the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem