For My Best Friend

My best friend, after the laughter
Let me tell you:
It has been far, my climbing
Air tightness at the top of fantasy
Do not get you there

Have much, I fell
The pangs of disappointed wound at the base of cliff
And now came, I'm here ..

Who just want to be quiet, sit in my place
Waiting for an ordinary
Glass of water in hand, when the pain kuterbaring
Are willing to close, clasping hands
Seeking warmth in my eyes
And whispered "I'm there"