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Friends Forever...

Well, this one is dedicated to all of u at the Delhi College of Engineering, at Delhi Public School, Vasant Kunj and of course all friends from Laxmi Bai Nagar. This is song no 2 of Dreamz. Its called...u know it...its 'Friends Forever'.

Friends Forever

Along the path of dreams we move,
People come and people go.
Seasons change, the air is new.
Friends we find, friends we lose.

As we move on,
sometimes we forget,
people who crossed our paths one day.
With whom we shared,
a moment of laughter,
a days play,
an evening of joy,
a lifetime of memories.

What did we lose?
What did we gain?
New people come, we forget the old.
New seasons come and then even they go.
Then we look back one day,
take a moment to recollect and rejoice,
A small smile comes to our face,
just looking back,
and small incidents keep coming back.
The smiles grow wider.
Years come and years go,
But memories stay all our lifes.
Friends forever...yes thats true.
The memories, atleast
stay always with you.

Comments

Shreshth said…
hope i am included!!! well lets try n not forget aur DCE ke launde all our lives coz we sure have had a lot of fun!!!
3/6/06, 9:49 AM
Anonymous said…
hi.good one.keep it up.sounds great.{NEHA}.
3/7/06, 7:35 PM
Anonymous said…
hey sid.sahi hai yaar.dis sounds great.keep it up.neha
3/8/06, 1:52 PM
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