His hand in mine at ten years old


Friendship is blooming with more to hold 


The seasons pass with leaves of color 


His hand is still in mine, the friendship not smaller 


Older and older we grow together


His hand still in mine, the relationship now further 


Now we are all grown 


But still his hands are in my own 


He takes a chance and takes a knee 


Before my eyes I see what was meant to be 


From the very first time I held
his hand 


I knew forever by his side I'd stand