Fine Art Of Friendship lyrics

i think back to the time when i wouldnt drink wine and
they taught me wrong and right and black and white like death and the grave
some things never change and ill never let it rest until i die i wanna love
someone special til death do us part to have one and need no other sometimes i
cry stumbling through my youth cause ive loved so much yet so little the fine
art of friendship meaning of love understanding growing old