If I could, I would, But right now I shouldn’t, But I’ll try, And when I can, I would, And I should.
Its nothing to worry about, Its nothing to cry about, And its nothing to complain about, But its something to become friends with, Something to face, And something to challenge.
Didn’t forget the times you walked by, Didn’t forget the times you made me cry, Didn’t forget the times you held my hand, Since now you have been brought up to the palms of God, I can no longer pretend, But instead I’ve got to say, I’ll never forget, That you still are my friend.
Why do I feel as if the closer I get to you, The further I go back? Why is that the past I keep…….. Forgetting? Is someone or something maybe leaving a clue for…….. Say, me? 2/8/08