At the summer's end
You ran ahead
Discovering a world
That had always been
Slipping out of Daddy's hand
And the thick books we read
Now crowd the shelves
Their dusty pages are whispering,
"Summers End
Slipping out of Daddy's hands"
One summer you'll know
We all long for a home
Don't tell mom but I know
You're not coming home
Don't forget the summer
We first wept
Saying see you again
To your best friend
Every night
I toss and turn
Praying for a word
That will save the world
Or at least your soul
One summer you'll know
We all long for a home
Don't tell mom but I know
You're not coming home.