So, what is there left to choose
When you got it all , still nothing to lose
Maybe a friend's angry, maybe a friend's confuse
Yet a friend is not a tool to use.
What is there to do when you took a decision
But friends don't understand your opinion
Must you follow hearts of warm wax, still boiling
Or to take steps and pursue giants , flying?
It's hard , I admit it , but they will understand
Time solves all our problems in the hourglass' sand
By leaving them they will search for me and
Finally know that a friend's your right hand.