In the ninth hour I waited
But now I am Hated
At the tenth I was gone
Now I reflect on what I've done
You and I talked on the old dirt trail
About all we could, yet I still fail
I trust you remember, am I wrong?
That you and I went on so long
We had and have little the same
And it was more fun than any game
I miss that walk and that conversation
Our friendship could've been a sensation
Or maybe I'm having amnesia
But I won't forget that day Anastasia
