I look at the past and wounder
Did it matter the way there feet used to pitter patter
We used to lie listening to the storms
They used to ask me sisy is this real
I used to say as much as heaven is made of the rariest ones like you
I never knew that was the last time id have them next to me smiling like there was nothingelse we could do
Why didmt 8 watch closer when i let you lose
One mis footing led to the death of you to
It was my fault 8 should have kept you in
I think of it
Yester days
Xoxo silver
