In those summer nights

I first met you on those icy days, 

on the verge of seventeen.

Daddy had long gone, 

up and left the scene too,

many years ago to count.

Days played with the shadows on my six string,

And I can't ever tell you what possessed me, to play.

with my fingers, young and reckless, plucking, blister kissed 

and the uncertainty in my voice.

Daily like a ritual, 

songs spilled from me in those summer nights.

And all there was to catch the fading tune under the star light, 

were two ears upon your head right

placed with heavenly perfection

Once on the cliff of eight teen, 

You tried to sing with me in harmony,

you added 3 words to the song of  my life.

And I warned you then, like my six string reminds me now

   " I love you I do, and I know you'll love me true,

     everyday that you can, but when you leave

     know that I won't cry cus I've been told, 

    Love will always be as shifting as sand." 

Profound once, maybe?

now carved into a tombstone, baby, 

it makes me wish I'd thought of something more loving to say.

Days played with the shadows on my six string,

And I can't ever tell you what possessed me, to play.

with my fingers, callused and sore, plucking, hopeless 

and the sorrow in my voice.

On the road of twenty, 

I went back to the places where you loved me,

And sat and cried my tears for you.

With my 6 string playing your perfect harmony, 

and my voice covered in memories,

I sang just like I used to talk to you.

The wind came like it does with the january rain, 

and up and stole my voice away, it's true

And I've prayed that it brought it straight to you.

Fearless wondering, 

where nothings scary cus you got nothing that you don't want to lose

I have no choices that I even care enough about to choose

With a voice that doesn't speak

Days played with the shadows on my six string,

And I can't ever tell you what possessed me, to play.

with my fingers, aged and fading, plucking, without rest 

and the brokenness in my voice.

And baby, I know i haven't visited lately,

That's because I ain't the same thing I used to be,

The wind up and changed me completely,

I don't even recognize this face no more.

Crawling through the age of ninety, 

Soon darlin' I know you'll come and find me,

 and guide me to the very end.

Now all i can pray is that in heaven they have six strings,

And if the good LORD permits me,

I'll play those summer songs for you.

Like I did when we were happy, 

Just to know that we were on the verge of something

When loving life was easy,

And loving you true,

In those summer nights, 

Was all I ever wanted to do.