When I lost a friend...

If this is what is to be
If this is what it is
Then I was surely wrong somewhere before
For what I was set was surely not this

It was a dream to me
Which only you made true
You made me better
The friend I found in you

They were the best times ever
And though I quite cherish
But they remind me of you
All the jokes and talks I miss

All the times which we laughed
And the ones we cried
All the ways you understood me
No matter how much I lied

I miss them all
Like lost pearls in dew
But pearls are to be preserved
As there won’t be another you!

And so it has become what it is
As you say the doors close
Yes, I was surely wrong somewhere before
For I neglected the thorns when I saw the rose!