Its nice to have you every day;
You`ve guiding me along the way;
In my life you are my best friend;
I`ll pray for you this will never end.
I sat down under the tree ;
And I`m tired of being me;
I came to the point where I almost forgot you;
Because of the cross,I bare , I didnt you.
A fruit then fell down to my head;
And for me i did not hurt;
I look up at the tree & realized;
Do I need to be hurt before I looked up high?
And now yes! It is true!
That you loved me too;
You are my God, the one;
My best friend nothing compares to anyone.