blows bringing back memories.
That smile of yours I miss so much
is in a distant town.
I’m growing up never having found
anything I could call "my treasure".
It can’t all end like this.
Beyond the hill everybody crosses
someday, are the people we were
that day who showed their true selves.
Even if we take the long way I know
we can make it there someday.
Surely, surely someday.
