There's love where we started.
In the soil, flowers and pine needles.
Where only the future whispered, "Come forward."
Before the dusk would fall.
Where bike rides turned to triumphant races.
New friends meant sisters for life.
Where music was simply music. And we smiled because we
wanted to.
We sit now. Rocking forward. back. forward.
Wood creaking beneath the weight of history.
Where only the past whispers, "Come back."
And all I wish is that someone would again take my hand.
In the soil, flowers and pine needles.
Where only the future whispered, "Come forward."
Before the dusk would fall.
Where bike rides turned to triumphant races.
New friends meant sisters for life.
Where music was simply music. And we smiled because we
wanted to.
We sit now. Rocking forward. back. forward.
Wood creaking beneath the weight of history.
Where only the past whispers, "Come back."
And all I wish is that someone would again take my hand.