I chose three friends, of all the proud and rich,
Yet, in all the years with them who bloomed forth,
Why turn they themselves so proud, and so hard to teach,
What happened to them who knew, good exhort,

Maybe its just hard to accept their change,
I've hemmed up like this, that made me old,
So weary and out of Cupid's warm range,
If only I too have changed when I'm told,

I should have made a warm first impression,
Should have said "hi" back then, when said "hi" to,
Life I should have showed and more expressions,
Should have kept secrets, yet also be true,

O Lord, I pray, give me the strength to fight, 
Please be my friend, and teach me how to become one, too,
Forgive me for my wrong judgments and not being right,
Help me to have relationships, that is pleasing to You.