Life is moving on with days and nights
Sunbeams frisking new tricks, each day
And moonbeams refreshing old memories, each night
Once friends now bitter foes.
Don’t know what went wrong
Which wind blew the love and respect?
Which light brought the jealousy and hate
Good times enjoyed together, now all out for race.
Had it been healthy competition, he wouldn’t have mind,
Had he played fair games, he would have called it divine.
He was planning for back-stabbing, slander and malign
That really hurt him as he left him all alone to be fine.
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