As I look out my window
Sweet memories come to mind
And as I daydream about the past
I can't seem to find
The words that I want
To be remembered by
So I scribbled down
The following lines:
"When I leave,
it's ok to cry,
even if I'm moving
or saying my final goodbye.
Always think of the good things
You remember about me,
Whether it's a lot
Or very tiny.
I want never to be forgotten
And not thought of as gone
Cause I'm always there in spirit
And my spirit will forever live on.
