I've let him have his freedom,
He'll never take me back...

I see him walking down the street,
my heart stops beating...

I have so many memories,
That I think about and laugh...

This morning I woke with a memory,
of a beautiful little girl...

The hardest lesson in this life,
is to teach a child what's wrong or right...

A face which brought a memory,
of a time so long ago...

Secret smiles,
a stolen kiss...

The anticipation of the crowd,
the hope of victory all around...

Down Under's brightest dollar,
begins to shine in it's blue sky...

Let the wind whisper to you,
the warmth of the sun caress your neck...

The taste of precious freedom,
great at last to have my name...

Questions unanswered,
Fears yet unknown...