The memories are still fresh in my mind.
I'd walk around that old corner and happiness is what I would find.
I remember the conversations we had that didn't consist of a word,
the time you got scared by a bird,
the times we laughed and cried,
and the times we failed but we went back and tried.
We were inseparable but not vulnerable.
There was a happy face every time I opened that old wooden door.
I couldn't have asked for anything more.
Your eating habits made a mess, but that's what made our fun times the best.
Yeah you were moody at times, and you didn't want to work with me.
But we fixed that problem didn't we??
Yeah I was rough, but it was to benefit you and to make you tough.
Breath taking moments, now turned to heartbreaking news...
it had to happen they said...my heart felt dead.
The thought of us having to separate, made me feel desperate.
Here we stand saying goodbye, but I refuse to cry this time.
I walk around that corner once more, I find nothing but an empty stall and that old wooden door.
There's nothing left but some left over grain,
I hoped that you'd take our memories with you so only I would have to feel the pain.