I remember we would play, play like kids in a warm spring day,
With hands joined, we rang in tune,
Our song together, night and noon.
We ran and rolled and locked our tongues
In summer hours, under bright warm suns,
With touch our time to hug and hold,
With hearts in heaven, and never grow old.

But every kiss and every word,
Every feeling in youth that stirred,
Every motion that you made,
Each will go, and memory fade -
After the flood, and friendship fraud,
Ash to ash our souls at odds,
After all our words and games under shirt and sheet,
After all to end up strangers on the street.