If our corners could talk,

if the swings could walk,

what would their gossips be?

All that was spoken,

all of that talkin' right by the trees.

My friend, our secrets, and me.

Walking and talking, those secrets unlocking;

the keys thrown aside.

When we're together, I don't need to hide.

Staying right here, down by the slide,

“I gotta tell you something, if you don't mind”.

Of course, she didn't, what type of question was that?

Especially after all those conversations we've had.

From strangers to so aligned

it's like we read the other's mind.

Best friends, close friends—

so dang hard to find.

I am so glad I have you

to spend with my time.

I'm so glad we have each other,

the memories yours and mine.

I'm so glad we found one another,

though, it was through our social mothers.

I'm so glad we have each other.

We're so glad we found our kind.

One found two.

We found each other.

One became two.

Inseparable from one another.