Old hallway

Pushed it ...
I see childhood
See the happiness that should be
Heard his sobs

Pushed it ...
There is love that blooms every day
There was a beautiful shining morning
There is a passion toward school

Then now ...
There is no longer a longing
The present brought the news
That we've been together

And the fact ...
We are good forgeters
We are both buried in the ground
Equally in the wind