Friends in high school are forever young. br Unchanged, they're where you always will belong. br The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays, br The music of the moment always plays, br The time remains a field of wistful grace br To which you may return from anyplace. br br Of course, you may still know them later on br When you are someone else and years have run; br And you may love them dearly, and they you, br But time must make their friendship something new. br br Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart br There is a whole, of which you were a part: br A group of friends, one in love and pain, br In whom your longing comes alive again.