Moments
Hear the laughter- don't you wish it could linger on. . .
Feel the magic; these re the days where you beong.
Hear the ticking; as the moments slip through time,
Longing for silence, that time would rewind.
But it keeps ticking away, and we all grow up someday.
Maybe someday, somehow, someway, someone will understand-
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How to hang onto the moment, how to make them last,
how to cling to the memories, how to remember what was in the past.
But people change, lives rearrange.
Times you wish would last forever are soon out of range.
Memories fade, life turns a darker shade.
The closer you become only makes it harder when they go away.
Some things words just can't say. . . Like moments.
Wish the happy times would last forever,
wish the laughter would never end, not ever.
Wish the world would stop and let us be young again.
Wish the heartache would end and let us be carefree again.
Wish we would never let go of the things that we know.
I don't want to forget,
I don't want to say good-bye,
I want to live in these moments,
but no matter how hard I try,
I lose track of time, leaving memories behind.
Before I know it, the moments are gone, and I let go after hanging on for so long. . .
Of the moments...
If I close my eyes and pretend,
maybe the moments will never end..
Maybe then I wo'[t grow up and forget who I was,
because that's what growing up does.
So hold on tight, never let them go,
hang on forever, and never let them know. . .
You're forgetting. . .
. . . Our moments. . .