I stare at the blank walls around me,
At times, they seem my only friends,
The only four friends who love and care,
My four friends are always there.
They hear my worries, pains, and joys,
When I'm down, they comfort me,
These four walls will always stare,
Cause my four friends are always there.
These wall have seen me write many words,
They've seen my first guitar string plucked,
They've been there for each prayer and nightmare,
Cause my four friends are always there.
