Sometimes Being A Friend Means Mastering The Art Of Timing. . .
There Is A Time For Silence. . .
A Time To Let Go. . .
And A Time To Prepare To Pick Up The Pieces When It''s All Over. . .
A Stone Dropped In
Water In A Moments
Its Gone
Bt
Dere''ll b 1000 Ripples
Circling On & On
2day Im Here
2morow Im Gone
Bt
Dere''ll b 1000
Memorie Echoing
On & On
Friendship grows out of chance
Meeting a mere glance
& Then a smie
& Touches the heart in
More ways then one
Isn''t it great
How We have grown
From being perfect strangers
To who We Are today
I''m fortunate to have found
A wonderful Friend like YOU