One step at a time.
First grade was when our innocent, beaming eyes met.
From that moment we confessed to each other
every secret, not a single regret.
We watched each other grow
into witty, warmhearted souls.
For you, I’d put all my own problems on hold.
We weren’t always in the same place,
but our patience reunites us each time.
Friendship, after all, is no race.
I think I already won the lottery
to have you as my best friend.
Our energy together is a never-ending battery.