do you ever think back,
to those memories we had.
does the night ever still,
whisk you away?
do you ever look back,
on those stories of gold.
does the sky ever,
makes you want to stay?
do you ever want back,
those moments like that,
the sunset we had,
on that summer's day?
now i don't know where,
this story will go.
but i sure hope i find out,
before i get old.