My head is crowded with memories
Thoughts and dreams I'd never think
To look down in a wishing well
I hope and pray that you are well
Stumbling blindly through a fog
Thinking that I am gone
Don't cry for me you'll see
I'll become but one more lost memory
Time will move on
Sing its same old song
Flowers will bloom and grow
Till withered and died by winter snow
But such is the circle of life
Don't cry, my child, time makes things alright
One day you will see
All is as it's meant to be.
