I love my friends,
for in them I see,
the real picture,
which makes myself, me.
There isn't any wool,
to pull over their eyes.
No matter the prattle
of words uttered in sighs.
I love my friends,
for in them I see,
the real picture,
which makes myself, me.
There isn't any wool,
to pull over their eyes.
No matter the prattle
of words uttered in sighs.