The hazy summers in the hills.

I remember when we ran still.

They lay aching for our command.

Longing for a road lined with adventure.

Mountains in the way didn't keep us from wanting the sea.

Here we stand open arms,

this is home where we are.

Ever strong in the world that we made.

I still hear you in the breeze.

Your silence echoes in the trees.

Holding on for memories never change.