time to move on / final wish

where to start,

how do I begin

to tell you this story,

when it's so near the end?

we were young, this was our world,

our houses, our streets - our scene,

too wrapped up, but we didn't know,

we would grow and what this would mean.

I guess we grew up, or maybe grew apart,

forgetting those days of tears, of angst and of fears,

blending so perfectly with joy, with friendship and laughter,

secrets, memories that made us strong for so many years.

it's time to let go, time to move on,

time to travel, leaving behind all of this,

I hope you'll never forget because I won't,

as I walk away that's my final wish.