And There I Was At Fourteen - Spinning With My Arms Out Like A Scarecrow;

Walking Down Monroe To The Park, And Dancing Up Madison. With My Eyes Closed,

Your Feet Sounded Like A Symphony Of Strings (you Picked Me Up, And Whispered:

"forever", Like A Secret In My Ear). To Smile (like It Caused The Grass To Bend)

. The Warm Wind And These Memories Are Gifts That I Could Never Comprehend. I

Died That Day. But Something Was Born Inside Of Me That I Cannot Explain Away.