Once in the woods two people met
In the rain, soft and wet
And a friendship, new and exciting started
And the two friends hoped never to be parted
Through the years, these two weaved through life by each other's side
Laughing, smiling, by the hips they were tied
Happy days seemed never to end
but clouds and sadness were soon to descend
Differences big and small
Threatened to tear them apart and be their pitfall
What they had, their smiles and jokes
Were used as weapons, and the fire provokes
Through the war, these two friends forgot
The profound bond and they wouldn't be outfought
Broken hearts and souls scorned
The lost friends were not mourned
All at once the fighting ceased
The storm over, and the bitterness decreased
The two, once close, with stars in their eyes
Look down in shame as their past dies
The two reached out their hands
Trying to mend the friendship their heart disbands
But the hurt ripped through the two
And threw their hopeful plans askew
So they dropped their weapons and called a truce
Cautiously looking at what they could deduce
Their minds weak and their patience running thin
The friends, two angels, not falling into sin
Back into the woods they trod
Hoping this new start was not a fraud
And so hand clasped in hand
The two marched, as a new future spanned