A song comes on that brings a tear to my eye. It isn’t the music, but the memories that make me cry. I’ve created my own little wonderland inside my mind. I’ve hidden my self so deep in these lyrics that one wouldn’t dare seek, let alone find. I’m overcome by fear of being forgotten by you. As the beat begins to gain speed, my heart does too. The rhythm I love, the history I hate. Knowing that these stories nobody could ever take. The coda begins to draw nearer, the light in the path starts to become clear. The ballad is over, I’ve gotta let go. But one thing I’ll never forget is, you, the friend I met long ago.