NVBarbarella's Journal

I have this friend I want to find,

Her friendship to me was one of a kind,

She dissapeared from my life without a trace,

The sad thing is she never got to see my face.

As of right now the phone rings and rings,

I wonder why I waited so long to hear her voice sing,

As we know very well those of us full of disease, 

A line that rings is not a good  thing. 

Where are you Diane?