"Life can be so strange.
Seconds turn into minutes, hours to days,
weeks to months, months to years.
So many have passed, and our flesh has never touched.
With all this time our lives have gone on,
with my thoughts of you filling the air.
At the same time i day dream, to hope i find you their?
I ask of the wind to deliver my thoughts, as my life runs it's course?
Thoughts do leave minds in search for a home to find.
You, my childhood friend. Can this thought of you ever end?
Will the wind breeze through you,
To have you think of me again?