[MAsooM LArKa]

Around the corner i Have a Frend
In this city dat has no end
The days go by & weeks rush on
ANd befo i knwo a year has gone
I neva see ma old frend's face
For lyf now has a swift pace
He knwos i lyk him just as well
As in the days wen i rang his bell
In times we were yunga wen
But now we are busy, tired men
Tired'f playin a foolish game
Tired'f tryin to make a name
Tommorow i say i'l cal on him
Just to show dat i'm thinkin'f him
But tommorow comes & tommorow goes
And distance between us grows and grows
Around the corner yet miles away
Heres a Telegram;
Sir He died today
Thats what we get & deserve in de end
Around teh corner, A vanished frend!