Something that is Ours

in the distance songs of old play on the radio
to a time, a memory that I will never know
maybe I'll feel music in my veins
and comprehend the lyrics that they sing
but the memory was never mine;
life will go on
and I ride with the flow
I'm high with the tide
and sometimes I'm low
but I don't let it run my life...
when life isn't long enough anymore.
I try not to take for granted
what makes me feel good,
but hold onto it tightly
and try to step lightly
and enjoy what's been given to me.
Down the hall and through the wall
I hear your voice and it touches my soul
I want to create something that's only ours
a memory we can both hold.
Like the music there, on the radio,
I wish to make a song
one that sends a chill through your veins
as you comprehend the lyrics I sing
and know they are about you
as you dwell on the memory that is ours.
when life goes on
we'll ride with the flow
be high with the tide
and sometimes be low
because there's always a little bit of both...
but we won't take for granted
what makes us feel good
as we hug each other tightly
and kiss each other lightly
and enjoy this time that is ours.