There's nothing as nice As someone who shares, Your laughter, your secrets, Your wishes and cares, Someone who's there Through your good times and tears, Who stays by your side As your friend through the years.
"We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence."
My soul is the piano, Your words are the keys. Together we compose, The most wonderfu melodies. Daily my soul replays All the words You send my way. Just like a composer When is writing a play. I hear all the music, As you strikes a key. And a great orchestra, Is what you make see. We are two souls Sharing a common ground. The wonderful friendship That we have found. So what is a piano, Without the player. It's like a soul, Without a desire. That sits alone in the dark, Waiting for someone to light a spark. A hope or a desire, Waiting for someone to inspire. To play the song of the heart, A song of two souls that will never depart.