No Pencil Could Erase |
by Zamounde the Footstepper |
The memories of you Even though from the phone book I must remove The names of my past Will forever last As time grows on my shoulder I bend my knees I sometimes cry I cannot deny That I miss you I wish that I That we were forever Like the sky An atmospheric dream Like clouds floating By hot and cold breezes We’ll forever stroll I love you Like rain my tears wash away My pain I feel a smile coming today No matter how old I get No pencil could erase The feeling's behind your name GrandMa |