A picture captures a dream of a time
That I was living.
A time where the sky was always gold
And no worries were given.
My only responsibility
Was to be back before the streetlights.
Nintendo 64 with my friends
And Nickelodeon all through the night.
I wasn’t bothered by thoughts
Of what people thought of me.
We were true to ourselves
Even if we didn’t know what that meant.

I wonder if I went back now
To meet who I was back then,
Would I be proud of myself
Or see I’m way off track once again?
Have I found my truth
Or did I forget the lessons from youth?
Can’t help but laugh at this photograph.
Oh, it’s time that I went back.

Our parting was silent yet the pain it brought was loud.
The tears were behind the twinkling eyes and sweet smile.
The fear of letting go went along with holding your hands.
The prayer for you to stay laid within feeling the  warmth from your embrace.
Looking at you with a smile was how I kept my silence.
Then I drown myself with  your memories as I reminisce.

Memories are just like the stars above.
Some shine bright. Some lack luster.
Some feel so near. Some, cold and far.
Memories, like stars, give the feeling of nostalgia.
Reminiscing the moments as how they were, as how they are.
Memories, like stars, grace the thoughts at night.
One makes the eye tear and the other gives it light.
Memories recalled make the heart happy and blue.
Because at the end of those memories, there's always you.