I was a small boy when first my friend appeared,
So long ago as now it is that I am much older than.
A friend that was there whenever I was lonely and scared,
I did talk to back then, laughed and ran in a field of weeds.
As I got a year older this friend was not by my side, wandered,
I would meet others and my friend would stand across the street,
Pacing back and forth, I was growing older as my friend remained a child.
Slowly I had not much in common with my secret friend, the games changed,
The more I wandered and found, the further the distance between us.
My secret friend was leaving me, I couldn’t hold on as much as I thought I wanted,
My friend was leaving me as it was time to go, just as I went away, a friend no more.