Missing Friends Is what we all do Sometime or the other and always too... Missing Friends Is like missing the magical moments Which life rarely gifts And are best enjoyed and cherished Only with friends Missing Friends In times of joy which they multiply In times of sorrow which they divide Is not what just I and you do Everyone does Missing Friends Is like knowing that there is Someone to count on Someone to rely on Someone who will be there just for you Even without you wanting to Missing Friends Is like missing The foolish little things The intelligent ones And the plain simple things in life too Missing Friends Is like realizing the meaning that they have added to life Is like realizing that you really lived a life worth living And there surely someone who will cry when you die Missing Friends Is what we all do Sometime or the other and always too...