Sometimes it feels we’re against the world,
You and me against the world.
When all the others walk away,
Count on me to stay.
When one of us is gone
And one is left to carry on,
Remember is what we’ll do,
Our memories will get us through.
Think o all the days, you and me.
Against the world, just me and you.
By
Helene Creed
(Nana)