Many a nights we sent the moon down,
talking about our days of youth and yonder,
so many moments I held you tight, and let tears flow.
Many a cold nights, we fled to our old hill side
and wished a wish of glory and galore for each other,
so many moments we became each other’s lullaby,
when sleep eluded us.
Remember the time when I cried a river, when love eluded you,
lord knows how I wished to set things right for you.

But time, the old gypsy man, will one day put us in different docks of life.

Now as I hold your hand of rare friendship…
I want to let you know…
I’ll be needing your friendship till life deserts my body,
stand by me that day when I begin my new life with a new man,
I might be scared, a bit nostalgic and sad,
hold my hand then and say,
you will be fine… and
I will be.

When one day I give birth to a new life,
I might be full of anxiety,
say then my friend…
you will be a good mother,
and I’ll be.

When my children grow up,
drop by my home,
and say stories of our childhood,
and lullabies of our youth,
I might let a tear drop,
but say my friend,
you will be fine,
and I will be.

Finally… one day when death beckons me,
sit by my bed side… and say,
“We will be friends until eternity,”
and I with a fragile voice will say,
“Do not worry my friend, we will be.”