There is a festival in the world,
Running in a past based on this Word,
My soul speaks in tongues,
It burns and it aches,
And it tells the story she knew as a friend.
Maybe I found a friend in a notebook,
Maybe I didn't listened to a prayer,
I wanted them to be all too stupid and happy again,
Felt hurt when they had to be mean to each other.
Felt hurt when they had to leave
But it was okay,
Everything better when they became friends and partners again.