by Cate Elizabeth B.
As I walk away
I don't turn around;
I squeeze my fist and bite my lip,
as a tear runs down my cheek
Who will tell me where I'm going?
Who will show me what to do?
My time is gone... and so are you.
You will slowly disappear,
memories will fade,
but part of you will always be here,
I'll always remember what you gave.
I want to stop walking, and turn around
to tell you the things I've left unsaid,
but my legs keep carrying me further away
(I'd give my life for yesterday...)