If I am forced to pack my things,
and leave this place behind me,
Will you still treat me like your best friend,
and can we still share the dream,
of the day we'll both be 18?
And finally be Free.

Can I still call you when I do well,
or just to talk, like we do?
Or will my voice be unwelcomed,
because I'm so far from you?

If I am forced to leave your side,
Will you say goodbye?
or much to my relief,
will you reply:
"I'll visit you as often as I can!"

Will you hug me when it's time to go?
Will you tell me our friendship will never change?
Will you grant me enough strength and confidence,
to believe that I'm not alone?
Will you still think of me,
as one of your "number one's"?
There's not much here I have to live for,
and of those few things,
you are one.

If I am forced to be dragged away from all we've known and done,
All I ask is tha we stay the best of friends,
and laugh together about times we had
that were fun.

Every night, this tiny question,
brings the tears to my eyes.
If I go,
Will our friendship be all right?