My True Friends
I miss Disraeli,
My true friends are there,
But then we had to move to Secondary School,
Life just isn't fair.
I want to go back and sing some songs,
With my true friends all day long,
We would play all lunch in the sun,
Laugh, sing, even run.
I walk to school every day,
I think about my friends when i play,
There is a space in my heart,
That can't depart.
This doesn't end,
I will see my true friends again.
By Natasha Andrews