i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

summer's never looked the same

the years go by and time just seems to fly by

but the memories remain.

in the middle of september

we'd still play out in the rain

nothing to lose but everything to gain

reflecting now on how things could've been

it was worth it in the end.

-daughtry