if you wish to romanticize the woman i became
then say you’ll remember me
standing in a nice dress
staring at the sunset
or you could begin at the beginning
and it that case
please picture me in the trees
i hit my peak at seven
feet in the swing
over the creak
i was too scared to jump in
but i was high
in the sky
with pennsylvania under me
are there still beautiful things
sweet tea in the summer
cross your heart and tеll no other
and though I can’t recall your face
i still’vе got live for you
your braids make a pattern
love you to the moon
and to saturn
passed down like folk songs
your live lasts so long