Fools declare "let love its way", It shall find its way back, Believe me my friend, Once astray, home never seems home again, Once cut loose, strings never join again. Try you may all ways, means, But the ends still remain split. Don't let loose, all that you have, For once a loss, later a win, makes no difference. For all that matters is the race, Proud we may be of friends and love, Because for one day they will leave, Then we may fathom the length they served, And not by the numbers that remained, That one in the end may be too many too count. Laugh and fumble with the same accuracy, For the fun and pain go hand in hand, Make count the seconds not the days, For the end trickles of in a moment, Then look back and tinkle the final tear. Come today, the distance seems beyond repair, But regret not and repent not, For every time spent worrying, is a moment, Lost in transition, they still stand where they are, Make...