We stood in silence and reflected

We knew the hardest part has ended

My feet were freezing in my dress shoes

As we marched up the hill through the snow to honor you

It really doesn’t get much colder

Well isn’t that how we all wish we’d go

Since we don’t have a choice

You’d think that this is all that I could think about

But I’ve been distracted

I’ve been sick but I’ll get better

It takes time to sink in

Smell of cigarettes in thе basement

Puzzle lеft undone on the table

Making memories

And the rest is history

Centipede in the basement

Using our imaginations

Making memories

And the rest is history

Well isn’t that how we all wish we’d go

Since we don’t have a choice

I still remember you

Isn’t that how we all wish we’d go

It’s okay to let go

I remember when you said he was proud and you were too