We are friends from far away.
When we talk we always have something to say.
Our lives so different yet the same.
Every night we play this game.
We talk of families and about our day.
I always wonder if there's more to say.
Could it have been different for you and I?
Or was fate decided before we could have tried?
For now we play our parts,
that's all that's left;
Never knowing if our hearts would have met.
Two people from far away, always asking,
"How was your day?"