you don't have to be sorry.

running to summertime

oh, how I miss those narrow roads.
not a care in the world, nothing to lose, looking for something to gain.
we didn't care if we lost all we had in that moment.
we was the moment.
momentum was built, despite the danger that followed us.
our mixtape was playing in your fathers car, nobody wondered where we was, i wouldn't change a single thing.
the country lanes was our home, they expected our imperfections, they fulfilled our lonely summer nights, introducing company and the ability to reminisce of our once loved.
that was our summer.
we grew, learnt, barely hanging of a thread.
we climbed trees, chased the woodlands butterfly's, created fires.
but those days have since now past, I would never forget you, the land, our home.
thank you for my summer.