I remember a day
When our star burned
Bright and hot
In the cold, crisp air
When our star burned
Bright and hot
In the cold, crisp air
Delightful frolics
When the clouds softened
Saw blade peaks
Rather than coat the sky
In remorseful grey
Like Today
I remember a better day
And another to come
A future memory known not by
Prescience nor forecast
Only, hope