To What Could Have Been
Oh to the places we could have seen, and to the memories that could have been,
to the times we shared, oh how I miss our laughter and tears.
The gods, I know, must have envied us from their crystal throne, no matter; the storms that we weathered, our friendships were tempered, ajoining our hopes and our fears.
Many times I looked you in the eyes, hoping you would be able to understand my clear emotions. What defines a true friend? A true foe? That I have wondered all these years.