Four friends, more like brothers
Than anything else.
Schooled together, lived together,
Laughed together, cried together,
Lived a life worth living.
One was a leader. Funny, athletic,
Prancing around stag until
He found his flower.
One was the best friend. Rarely serious,
Though he was the word. He was the looker,
Charming, biting.
Like a big, brave dog.
One was the follower, holding back.
He wanted the protection of the big kids.
One day, he chose the wrong friend.
He was really a rat.
They were each other's downfall.
The leader was being chased. He had to
Protect his flower and their baby one.
The best friend kept the secret, the follower
Found it out. He sold the leader to the new
Big kid, then watched him murdered
In cold blood, though the son escaped.
The follower framed the friend, and sent him
To a fate worse than death. To do this,
He faked his own, and was so dead to the world.
But wait! The fourth one! Remember the fourth one?
For there were four best friends, and I tell you a tale of this one.
Do you remember the fourth one? Perhaps not. He was
The Quiet One. The responsible one. He told his secrets
To the moon. His secret was the moon, but I promised
I would never tell. He was the one left behind. He baled at the moon,
And tried to live the rest of his life.
The leader, the follower, the friend.
Died, hidden betrayed.
And then there was one...
Than anything else.
Schooled together, lived together,
Laughed together, cried together,
Lived a life worth living.
One was a leader. Funny, athletic,
Prancing around stag until
He found his flower.
One was the best friend. Rarely serious,
Though he was the word. He was the looker,
Charming, biting.
Like a big, brave dog.
One was the follower, holding back.
He wanted the protection of the big kids.
One day, he chose the wrong friend.
He was really a rat.
They were each other's downfall.
The leader was being chased. He had to
Protect his flower and their baby one.
The best friend kept the secret, the follower
Found it out. He sold the leader to the new
Big kid, then watched him murdered
In cold blood, though the son escaped.
The follower framed the friend, and sent him
To a fate worse than death. To do this,
He faked his own, and was so dead to the world.
But wait! The fourth one! Remember the fourth one?
For there were four best friends, and I tell you a tale of this one.
Do you remember the fourth one? Perhaps not. He was
The Quiet One. The responsible one. He told his secrets
To the moon. His secret was the moon, but I promised
I would never tell. He was the one left behind. He baled at the moon,
And tried to live the rest of his life.
The leader, the follower, the friend.
Died, hidden betrayed.
And then there was one...