Thinking back over the years
I remember my bouquet of friends
We talked and smiled through our tears
I pray these memories never end.
Many pathways we walked each day
We trusted God to lead the way
We felt our lives were truly blessed
And each of us did our very best.
My bouquet of friends and I are growing old
Over the years the stories we have told
With laughter echoing high above
Our hearts were bound together with love.
A bouquet of flowers are beautiful
But they eventually wilt away
I thank God for my bouquet of friends
Because they are here to stay.
