Friendships are leaves, they first hang around freely
Holding on to your trust, onto the trees until slowly
Then they flee falling into the grass, to never be seen
You try to find the right leaf but it's not as green and it's always changing it not seem to be
Flowing down rivers and streams
It's gone the leaf, the trust is gone, lost in a pile
Of broken promises, high hopes, and bad dreams
Wishful thinking that a girl and a leaf
Could branch together and create unity and peace
