By my friends grave, I stand alone,
Cold and worn, my heart is torn,
Staring at the cold stone epitaph,
Memories recollect of times we shared,
Young were those times, hot blood in our veins,
18 was our age and we thought everything was great,
Life lost all its importance then,
Though death was right besides us,
Cold and worn, my heart is torn,
Staring at the cold stone epitaph,
Memories recollect of times we shared,
Young were those times, hot blood in our veins,
18 was our age and we thought everything was great,
Life lost all its importance then,
Though death was right besides us,
When one stands besides their best friend,
All pain is lost, All faith is gained,
Dark may be the path, but your friend is always beside,
Leading the path like the ray of light,
He is your best pal.
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