Melody of Memories

Our hopes were blowing in the same direction in our youth so pure. But lately her thoughts have conceived resentful feelings of me, So I suggested she go out and see her life’s adventure And travel away freely. But when we were seventeen We rushed toward our determined dreams, But I still saw our friendship in between Our past and future She grew to be twenty-one, And I only saw her reflection In my bedroom mirror. Then the melody of my memories flowed into a time when I was with her Now I live alone In a house by a lake with shores of stones And she too wanted herself to be on her own So I held onto our moments together when before we were grown.