Friends I

Maybe my life end tomorrow
Maybe this never ends
I will always carry sorrow
By the people that I borrow
And never become friends

In fact, I am just happy
For the fact that I can know
All the people in this crappy
With a nature really trappy
And learn in order to grow

Therefore, I like to think
That I always can be able
Nothing is written with ink
If I try, and not just wink
Everything is possible

to M.