College Days
College Days
We played in the large open fields
A small band of naughty kids were we
We called ourselves the Three Musketeers
Who fought for one another and stood for one another
We spoke in secret codes and languages
And formed our own secret circle
Where we passed notes during class hours and laughed at silly jokes
But when the graduation day came,
All the jokes we laughed were replaced by teardrops
Although the Three Musketeers decided to keep in touch, they couldn't tell what future held for them
At the end of the day, they wore a smile bravely and hugged each other with heavy and bleeding hearts