There's a favorite place in your home
That I once knew as my own
Meadow where the grass touch the knees
When they sway in a gentle breeze.
It's where we found the Tudor Roses
With scents that caress our noses.
Do you remember?
I'd pick them with hands once chubby, fingers small
When thorns drew my blood, I'd sit still and bawl
Until you heal with bandages and a sweet kiss
And the tears become a watery mist.
Do you remember this, too?
Boy, I know I do.
You have an ocean around your place
Reflecting the stars and sun up in space
We'd play on the beach, you'd hold my hand
As I wade into the waters from the sand.
Let me go, I foolishly say, to brave the sea.
And you'd laugh, you love too much to let go of me.
Do you remember?
And you'd swim out by my side
Laughing as we get swallowed by the tide.
Salt of the sea in our wet hair
But did we care? We never care.
Is this what you recall?
I hope, I hope you remember it all.
But maybe not, because you never do.
I'm left to remember it all for you.
And the worst, I miss it all.
I'd cut these palms with a thousand poisoned Roses
For that special one with the scent that caresses our noses
I'd bury my body within the green meadow
So you can't go, never go.
I'd throw myself carelessly in the blue
And drown myself screaming for you
Let the salt water dry my throat and fill my lungs
Until you sing the love for me you once sung.
But you don't know this.
You'll never know this.
And I guess, for the both of us, it should stay that way.