When I think back on those times
and the dreams we left behind;
I am full of grief and sorrow.
We were the perfect friends
many people envied our success,
but we didn't care.
Now that you are gone
where does that leave me?
With our dreams shattered in the wind.
The times we had, I think back
were not always happy,
but we got through them, together.
When you were gone, I suffered
but I always held the dream of you.
Now that dream is shattered.
I will remember you, my dear friend.
Just like I did when you were gone.
This dream will not be shattered.