Here we are, another bend in the road
But don't worry about turning it.
For if you look back,
If you try to catch a glimpse,
It's there with a little twinkle in its eye
And a mischievous grin,
Waving goodbye and waving you forward,
Bouncing around the echo chamber.
Your hand is held.
It's an old friend now,
Didn't you know?