An ounce of blood is worth more,
than a pound of friendship.
He is the true friend that;
never be trays.
He is, someone who knows,
the song in your heart,
and sing it back to you,
when you have forgotten those words.

We will reach up and hold;
a star for every time, made us a smile;
the entire evening sky;
would be in the palm of our hand.

Within you I lose myself,
Without you I find myself,
Wanting to be lost again.