When mom and dad would stay together..
And you'd run and play...
'Till the rain comes down and friendship severs.
Then nostalgia kicks in.
Your out on a limb.
You thought this would last forever.
These summer days.....yeah.
I remember the time
as a picture perfect family.
Now it's covered in grime
buried underneath the Christmas tree.
Oh I miss you. I miss you.
I only want to kiss you.
Now I bless you. I bless you.
I'm only thinking of you about these summer days.....yeah.
Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015
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