As I walk down the street of my old neighborhood,
I remember the memories that stood,
in the air as we laughed and talked everyday,
playing in the blades of grass day by day,
watching the clouds go by,
letting another day roll by.
The memories of our good friends down the street, were older than us giving us treats.
By day and by night always being together never knowing the day would come when we'd lose this part forever.
I cried and I cried hoping this wasn't true, my best friend was leaving way to soon.
Later on we moved and went our separate ways, my friend was gone and so were our days.
As i walk down the street of my old neighborhood, I remember the memories that stood.
