-distant Memory-

Glistening sun and cobblestone streets Towering cathedrals and blistering feet Walking past shops gelato in hand Mom steps into a church as usual, unplanned Altars rise a bove us, stained glass in every window Candles and holy water with a crypt just below Back into town with such bustling people I turn around and say goodbye to the steeple Even from here, I can smell the fried food We stop at a lookout, and my eyes become glued Beautiful tows and Greenery for miles It's a special kind of view bringing us smiles The light hits my eyes, I'm back in my room Outside my window only darkness and gloom It's for the best, I've got school and things still But someday I'll go back, I know that I will