Old and good friends share a piece Of passion, pain, and pleasure That no one else, no family can Begin to know or treasure. It's as if a secret room Held their private store, And every time they met, they could Go through some special door.
It doesn't matter if they see Each other every day, Or years and years go by before They come and go away:
The moment that they meet it all Is there-the memories of Fierce loyalty and times of need And gratitude and love.
