One hot summer day in july,
a little girl began to cry...
And here we stand, as lovers;
Here, we stand as friends...
It's over, it's done
I'm through with the pain...
You are my heart
My reason to live...
To all my friends and dears,
To all thats in my life...
In life you will find,
people cruel...
Walking around
with my head down...
He used to tell me his secret
He would cry on my shoulder...
We hardly ever talk
And you never call...
Mom, i\'m greatful for all that you\'ve done
for the great person you\'ve made me become...
When I first met you,
on that one faithful day...
Here I am,
weeping at your death...