So unstoppable are my dreams,
I cannot find the words to explain;
still I am trying hard to find
why you are so sweet — my lost friend.
Like certain, lingering moments,
I am waiting for her;
as if I know what I am leading to —
I know her name, still, my lost friend.
Special, I feel — and so I am;
not hard to find, yet so precious to hold.
The smile she places on my face
always makes me think of my lost friend.
Like a heaven, I am in it —
distant apart, yet the senses reach;
when beauty lies more within than without,
I get only one answer: my lost friend.
People may seem so estranged,
but you make me believe in you;
a voice so sweet, playing in my head —
just another track of my lost friend.
I am sitting here, thinking of thee,
wondering what I would be without you;
but soon your face recalls the words —
“I am here with you,” my lost friend.
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