Church Steps

As I sit on the steps of the church

I look at the thousands of stars half of which have burned out

And I start to think of you

And the way you made me smile

The way your hair layers down to your shoulders

And as the tears begin to form

I wish we could take it back

Back to the days when we were carefree

Now we are teens with the world crashing down on our shoulders

And the un-empathetic realisation that those days are gone

But here tonight on these lonely, cold, church steps I cling to my last memory of your smiling face

And I watch the night turn to day

Like a rose welts away

The conclusion of these inevitable changes sit heavily upon me

So I sit on these church steps

With a whelp in my throat fighting the tears

Realizing I'll fade to a memory

And that's OK because at least I'll be a memory in your head

And I'll always have these cold, lonely, church steps