"Friends Forever" we thought,
But it was to be naught.
For when a year passes by,
And I sit wondering "why"
No calls, no letters, and no answer to my question,
You have new friends, and I have no relief from my depression.
We'd talk from time to time, but it never was the same.
The spark that was a forest fire, at first, now was but a small flame.
More friends come and go, yet I never find one true,
My usual aura of kindness and happiness now has gone dark blue.
I'll probably never find a person worthy of the term,
Stories are but fantasies, but which I long and yearn.
Time by time passes by, what am I doing wrong,
I'm just a lonely mockingbird, with no one to hear my song.