I had a friend not long ago, a simple creature with a heart of gold; I sometimes made her cry at night and as her friend that wasn’t right, I also tried to make her understand that you can’t go holding one hand. There comes a time for you to let go and move on and no matter how slippery the road may be when that time comes you have to be ready. So I watched her walk a steady soul, waiting for her to reach her gold, sometimes I drove pass so she knows I am there and I guess I failed to show her I care, I observed her and took my time, I wasn’t long before I called her mine, and when the time came for her to take me hand and enter my heart, I simply closed it and we drifted apart.