
People weave in and out of our lives,
Sharing laughter and tears till the end of time,
Like threads intertwined in tapestries
Weaving a lifetime of memories.
People weave in and out of our lives,
Weaving a tapastry of happiness or strife,
The pictures they weave are the ones you find,
In the secret corners of your mind
The friends are threads of purest gold,
And are kindred spirits so I'm told,
They make the tapastry gradually unfold,
An exquisit masterpiece to behold.
Some people go and some stay behind,
Cherished friends are the strands that bind,
Strands of threads, some dark and some bold,
But our friends are the strands of purest gold.