Fine Art Of Friendship

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