Why,
Old Friend,
Do you look at me
How you look at someone
Who you never see?

What,
Old Friend,
Happened to us?
Remember those days
Upon the school bus?

Do You even remember
the secrets we shared-
laughs that we had-
oaths that were sweared?

Why,
Old Friend,
Has time consumed you?
It's almost as if I never knew you.

Well,
Old Friend,
As the days go on,
You will never be there.
You will always be gone.

On this beautiful sunny day
I saw a cardinal fly my way

He perched atop the branch of a tree
There was nothing quite more red as he

Oh, little red bird so small and frail
like that little small girl behind the veil

And while she stands to mourn her loss
He perched right there upon the cross

He watches her while she grows so old
That little red bird is worth more than gold