Friends Live

My dear friends, friends, friends. I clap my hands, hands, hands. I wish the good days starts. I wish the bad days ends. I learn to fly Like a butterfly. And every day I'm born and every night I die. It's my life. It's my own. It's my way To my home. It's my life. It's my own. It's my way to my Home. Leaves, yellow leaves are falling down and are Falling with the leaves. Grass, grass is green growing up and I'm growing With the grass. Here I am, and I'm looking at you, And you're looking at me. And I say, I say My dear friends, friends, friends. I clap my hands, hands, hands. I wish the good days starts. I wish the bad days ends. I learn to fly Like a butterfly. And every day I'm born and every night I die. If I can swim, I think it's good. If I can sing, I know I should. I like to dance, but I hate to wait. It is my chance or perhaps it's late. Cold night and I'm dancing on ice and it's Broken with me. But it's all right 'cause there coming sunrise and It save me in the end. Here I am, I have different roads and I'm Doing my choice. And here are you, remember my words and remember My voice. My dear friends, I clap my Hands. I wish the good days starts. I wish the bad days ends. I learn to fly like a butterfly. And every day I'm born and every night I die. And every day I'm born and Every night I die.