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
I did talk to back then, laughed and ran in a field
As I got a year older this friend was not by my side,
I would meet others and my friend would stand across
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
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.