I can only hope in twenty years we laugh together
About past years and fears and falling tears
Because today it’s more than hard to say goodbye
Somehow I know it’s only a matter of time now
Until we try and cry and trust our lies
And today it’s more than hard to say goodbye

So our hair will grow grey
Our bodies grow weak
Like the will we’ve harbored within
Through bloodshot eyes and
Arthritic knees I can only pray
You’ll run back to me

I can only hope that  . . .
Because today it’s more than hard to say goodbye
Somehow I know that  . . .
And today it’s more than hard to say goodbye

So our hair grows more grey
It gets harder to speak
And the silence just fills us again
Through bloodshot eyes and
Arthritic knees I can only pray
You’ll run back to me

And when I’m lying cold . . . and still . . . in the ground
Then will you come around
Like I try to do every-other-week?
Will you leave a red rose by the grave?
Will you re-read the letters you saved?
Will you laugh when you remember
The silly jokes I made?
Or cry when you remember
The silly game you played?
Will you even remember?
Could we ever forget?
You know I never got to say I’m sorry
But then again . . .

Neither did you

Scott Bradford has been building web sites and using them to say what he thinks since 1995, which tended to get him in trouble with power-tripping assistant principals at the time. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Public Administration from George Mason University, but has spent most of his career (so far) working on public- and private-sector web sites. He is not a member of any political party, and brands himself an ‘independent constitutional conservative.’ In addition to holding down a day job and blogging about challenging subjects like politics, religion, and technology, Scott is also a devout Catholic, gun-owner, bike rider, and music lover with a wife, two cats, and a dog.