Fri - end
A free end
What makes my friend
Yes a friend
Places you took me to
Places I took you to
Extreme places our parent never thought
Yet they are free ends
Places where we share dreams
where we play
Even our dangerous acts
Godly and ungodly also came
Refuses to enslave our minds
Care free from our souls
We talk in the heart
Also laugh and cry
The atmosphere is hot and cold
Those places are the places
They are free ends
That's why you are a FRIEND
Fri - End
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