To make a friend is something I enjoy,
trying so hard not to be an annoy
spending time together that cannot end;
it breaks my heart, when I lose a friend

Not too long ago a new friend had come,
from nowhere it dropped in, to join my sum;
of thoughts and feelings to my dear father,
this emptiness would not leave, why bother?

It follows me where ever I may go
yet like snow it will melt away, I know;
come one day this empty feeling will leave
cause my father will be there on that eve

To make a friend is something I enjoy
but my friend of empty, is a BIG annoy