It began with hello;
but ended before goodbye.

Niether of us thought
that either of us would die.

It started one fall day,
I was way in over my head;
all I needed was a friend.

I grew up kwa your side,
wewe grew up kwa mine.

We didn't know
I was living on borrowed time.

But now here I lay,
ahem, lie;
dressed in white,
blank eyes to the sky.

wewe walk over slowly and whisper goodbye.
wewe look so odd as wewe begin to cry.

Goodbye to wewe also, my friend
but in my sight,
our friendship will never die.

-Inspired kwa the final battle