A message written in the air.
Hands that once were there.
A time when life was fair.
We laughed and talked of days now past.
Of things and people that never last.
Strange, how we grew up so fast.
We loved and danced like kids in spring.
In a time, when we didn’t know a thing.
Strange, how I still cry, holding your ring.
People come, people go, people never last.
Oh, how I miss your kiss, your touch, buried beneath the grass.
But as long as I live, your memories will never pass.
Even if you’re gone, like fog against the glass.
