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Since I gave you this heart of mine, its not the way it used to be.
The road I left behind and all those memories.
Like a voice from the past, when you called out my name
Life was moving way too fast, only memories remain.
Chorus
There's no turning back down that road that leads me back to you.
There was no place left to go, and nothing I could do.
And no matter how hard I try I just cannot let you go.
When you look into my eyes, we will be the last to know.
Now nothing that you say will make me change by mind.
There is no turning back down that road I left behind.
Holding on to those memories, Ive been crying all these tears
If only you would come back to me..I wish that you were here.
Letting go of yesterday--all these days have passed me by.
Some how we will find our way, but still I wonder why
We are holding on to what we have ..yet time keeps moving on
Letting go of the past, now yesterday is gone.
Repeat Chorus
Memories and images deep in my soul,
They dwell there silently, fond imagines that never grow old.
A little girl holding on to her father's hand,
How she longs to see his face and to be his little girl once again.
A young man who stood before our country and the world,
And promised the glow of that candle would light our way.
But sadly his dreams and our path was taken from us
That November day.
For a time the country staggered on,
The little girl grew up as sadly she watched her father
Pass on.
She found a young man who like her seemed seek the answers
To all the whys and where’s and the to follow.
Together they found happiness until the day he said he had to go
It was about that time a voice from the past seemed to wander in again
That warm smile and the clear memory of another young man
He brought back those hopes, dreams and memories
Only in the early morning hours once again they would be forced to leave like Another bad dream
Will these memories always be
Gentle on my mind or just the image of ghost riders in the sky
And when it’s time and I find myself knocking on heavens door
Will they all be there to greet me
And together we will be once again
You may yet hear my voice from the past,
echoing across the pines and hills,
there was a being as me once was,
love reminder, memory refills.
that voice perhaps is deep in your heart,
reverberating in some thought cells,
in daily deeds I had played a part,
has come now to ring a loving bell.
those days are gone, blank, a clean wipe out,
and never shall they ever return,
but from those past thoughts new hopes shall sprout,
fresh love to grow, better things to learn.
like me many lives have come and gone,
leaving good legacies to cherish,
like routine of sunrise, sunset, dawn,
another life, lived, loved, to perish.
Weep not when you hear my voice again,
from beyond the distant pines and hills,
for no life is lived or lost in vain,
please be kind to me, forgive my ills.