when we were young
again today
my memory of you has never left me
and nothing is more beautiful than the past
except that I will not watch you die
before me
and walk through that door again
when you left
in the morning of my life
when we were young
again today
my memory of you has never left me
and nothing is more beautiful than the past
except that I will not watch you die
before me
and walk through that door again
when you left
in the morning of my life