| Maybe to you
I've come and gone, never to be loved again. Be to me your memory, is engraved in gold for all of time, to never fade. And with each day that passes, I wonder where and how it is- that you are, and I watch the streetlamps going by, one by one, and wonder why you have to be so far. And each time I make another accomplishment in the great string that makes my life, I go outside beneath the stars and think of you at night. And I ache and wish, and wonder why, just why you can't be there, because I wish you were- to be proud of me, since there's noone else I'd rather have here. |