The trust and frust we gained and we keep were at the cliff.
The sharing and caring we give and we take were dump in a bin
The yes and no we say oftenly were kick out of bed
The laugh and tears we shade and burst were forget
The rhythm and sound we sing and listen were keep on the left
The gasture and a language we spoke as we sick were fragile
The ups and down as we grow together were a fairytale.
