We Won't Forget

I'm worried that when the snow falls, we will forget all about the orange leaves.
I don't want to forget the smell of the earth we walked on.

I'm scared when we all finally walk across that stage, we will forget each other.
I don't want to be tossed aside like yesterday's newspaper.

We don't need empty promises and long goodbyes.
All I want are small smiles and gentle kisses on my cheek.

I won't need a fancy sports car or a date to prom.
I'll be satisfied with spontaneous sleep overs and 6 am hockey games.

And even when the air begins to warm again, and the sun once again shines
I'll still be only one phone call away, ready to take a last minute drive to your old neighborhood.

So when the clock strikes twelve and we leave this magic ball behind,
I won't be ready for it to end.

But I will be ready to hold each of your hands and face our future.
And I have a feeling when the time comes, we won't be afraid.

We won't have a reason to be.
Because together, even separate, we can do anything.