There are four Parts in a Heart: 1/4 Papa 1/4 Mom 1/4 God 1/4 Love What about a friend? Sorry, No place for a friend in the heart, because You are a heart beat!
Butterflies don’t know the color of their wings, but human eyes know how nice it is. Like wise you don’t know how good you are, but I know How special you are.
A rose is always a rose whether it’s in a golden pot, the garden or in a dustbin. Same way, you will always be my friend whether you are in central jail, in zoo or in a lunatic assylum.
Friendship is a little more trust, A little less try, A little more laugh, And a little less cry, A little more We and a little less I. Thanks for being my friend.
There are four Parts in a Heart: 1/4 Papa 1/4 Mom 1/4 God 1/4 Love What about a friend? Sorry, No place for a friend in the heart, because You are a heart beat!
Butterflies don’t know the color of their wings, but human eyes know how nice it is. Like wise you don’t know how good you are, but I know How special you are.
A rose is always a rose whether it’s in a golden pot, the garden or in a dustbin. Same way, you will always be my friend whether you are in central jail, in zoo or in a lunatic assylum.
Friendship is a little more trust, A little less try, A little more laugh, And a little less cry, A little more We and a little less I. Thanks for being my friend.
There are four Parts in a Heart: 1/4 Papa 1/4 Mom 1/4 God 1/4 Love What about a friend? Sorry, No place for a friend in the heart, because You are a heart beat!
