I sit here
thinking of what could be,
If we stayed
on our track out to sea.
Maybe again
we'll come together,
And our
friendship will be even better.
He stayed
behind the door,
And you stood
on the shore.
Did you see
the picture in the secret place,
At the bottom
of the tree base.
I hope that
destiny will come true someday,
On the bay.
Why did you
stay behind the door,
Then all of
us could be together some more.
What did the
darkness do to you?
I think I
knew.
Next time we
all meet,
Won't that be
neat?
Maybe not
today, maybe not tomorrow,
But someday
I'll end this sorrow.