The summer sun
Kisses my skin
Perfect time
To be young again

No more worries
No more doubts
No more cages
No more pouts

And here I am
Drifting about
Thinking of
What happens next

Of how we'll meet again
If we'll stay friends
If I am wrong and you are right
And if my black soul is still comparable with your pure

And while I spend
My time contemplating
The summer slips away
Leaving me here wishing it would stay