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