we were just children, innocent and free
passing the time underneath that tree
boundless giggles and secrets shared
trying anything that our small limbs dared
you were a bit odd, but so was I
with you I cold be anyone: a hero, a spy
but something in you was never secure
of our friendship you were no longer sure
slowly the tree began to sway
that tree under which we would play
the leaves began to fall one by one
as our bonds were carefully undone
I kept faith, but you never could
and so that tree became nothing but wood
but there I still stood, looking at a graveyard
thinking that I could still keep guard
then I realized the bitter truth:
we are no longer the people we were in our youth
so you can have your friends, and I'll keep mine
and our roots will not again intertwine
and maybe the tree will grow anew
for different children, whose friendship is true.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
we were just children, innocent and free
passing the time underneath that tree
boundless giggles and secrets shared
trying anything that our small limbs dared
you were a bit odd, but so was I
with you I cold be anyone: a hero, a spy
but something in you was never secure
of our friendship you were no longer sure
slowly the tree began to sway
that tree under which we would play
the leaves began to fall one by one
as our bonds were carefully undone
I kept faith, but you never could
and so that tree became nothing but wood
but there I still stood, looking at a graveyard
thinking that I could still keep guard
then I realized the bitter truth:
we are no longer the people we were in our youth
so you can have your friends, and I'll keep mine
and our roots will not again intertwine
and maybe the tree will grow anew
for different children, whose friendship is true.
