| Christmas Comes Too Late We always had so much fun, Who thought one day we�d be done? It seems we never knew each other as well as we should, It seems I didn�t try as hard a I could. But we�re always the greatest of friends, I feel no need to make amends. We�re always so much smarter than death Until we take in our last breath. We always think we know tomorrow, We never dream there will be sorrow. When in the deaths of others we seldom care, In the death of our own we think its unfair. Never will I forget you, in all of my days, Or the things you taught me in all of your ways, And though it was seldom said, I do love you, And my thoughts will never lose you. |