Nights are always so quiet and cold,
Just before winter comes,

I miss the warm touch of the summer sun,

Perhaps our lives are about to change,

You are at the beginning of a new adventure,
Our promises can wait,

Eye's sparkling with tears,

Our memories of the past years,
We will keep locked safely in our hearts,

Quietly thinking,
What could have been?

What will be?
In this time, as your adventure begins,

Passing into the future,
Our voices become silent,

As thousands of ages pass;
Lonely,
Waiting,
Clouds passing slowly,

My Soul stands to guard you,
To keep you from falling,
Never parting,

'Til the day,
On a distant horizon,
My promises will be kept.

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