The wind blows hard and my window rattles in protest
the pelting rain turns to sleet
announcing the approach of winters fury
The summer now seems a lifetime ago
the memories we made no longer so recent
getting blown away with the harsh winter wind
STOP
I want the wind to stop,
'Get back here with my warm memories' I scream into the darkness
We ran out of time
we never had a chance
you cant take away the little I have left
Those few cherished moments
the first time I looked in his eyes
oh the way he made me feel
And now, as he did, the memories fly away silently in
the cold night air
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