An apology to my dear friend
Day after day it always replays,
What I did – what I didn't say,
regret is what I'd feel then
to know that I have lost friend.
Time goes on but still I think,
(On) What I did to make our friendship sink,
Sadness is what will sink in at last,
and I fear as if the die is cast.
If that day of which to mend,
will only become what is all pretend,
right now I'm asking as a friend
can I ever make things right again?
Will my conscience never ever be at peace?
will this suffering never ever cease?
such questions I often felt I'd asked then,
hoping in the end we'd still be friends.
But until such a day comes along,
I will try to remain as ever strong,
until the day that we see through,
And be good friends as once I knew
