The first time I met you Or the first time you met me I knew God had given me this cue To start our friendship, you see
And I was happy, because very soon this friendship of ours blossomed into something as pretty as the moon Little did I know that I would be doomed
When death took you away, my friend I couldn’t believe that this was our end I cried, cried out loud in agony My days no longer remained sunny
Now, every night I’d look at the sky Wishing, wishing I had wings to fly And hoping, hoping that someday You’d tell me that it was all a play
