Moving Mountains Once Rendering
With every summers end,
You lose a dearest friend to the wind.
And I cannot remember,
The voice that sang inside her.
I'll try my best to stay 14
And tucked away, like it was.
And I cannot remember a face to paint a picture.
And I will never forget you, someway - somehow.
A place I feel I never knew.
And I will never forget this.
I'd trade my soul for another chance to see it through
