everytime i hold you tight,
it just doesn't feel right.
you're in my memory,
but can you remember me?
- in which two broken souls started finding their way home.
everytime i hold you tight,
it just doesn't feel right.
you're in my memory,
but can you remember me?
- in which two broken souls started finding their way home.
"I never want to forget this. How we spend our days in the meadow, with birds singing in circled flights. With the warm sun on our face, the grass tickling our skin. My hand in yours. Promise me, Ken...