The Quiet Of Morning

Remember when you spoke to me in a voice so sincere? You 
said one day, you'd find a way to erase every fear. The 
stupid kids we used to be never quite grew up. We're 
innocent and young at heart, but out of all our luck. 
You're even further now, but I still count down. It's not 
like you asked for the world, but I know that you want it. 
I know that you need it. Well, if you had given me a 
reason, I'd try to resent it. I'd try not to give in, 
because I don't want you to go that way. It seems that 
every day, we're walking closer to the end, where all the 
things that we once loved will never come again. The 
hopeful eyes we used to have turned cynical in time. Now, 
every streak of honesty is proof we're out of line. But I 
hope that you know I'm not letting go. Now, as we depart 
for the very last time, will you still hold on or let it 
pass by? The time that we spent and the friendships we 
made. Together, we'll drift away.