Fine Art Of Friendship

<br>i think back to the time<br>when i wouldnt drink wine<br>and they taught me wrong and right<br>and black and white<br>like death and the grave<br>some things never change<br>and ill never let it rest until i die<br>i wanna love someone special til death do us part<br>to have one and need no other<br>sometimes i cry stumbling through my youth<br>cause ive loved so much<br>yet so little<br>the fine art of friendship<br>meaning of love<br>understanding<br>growing old