Summer comes once again,
Bringing back memories that once were lost,
Your were just an innocent boy,
Who by chance, payed the ultiment cost,

That day was like no other,
It was just you and I,
Underneith the Sycamore tree,
That Forth of July,

I remember everything about that day,
How the sky was crystal blue,
Even the way the wind blew your hair,
At that moment, I knew I loved you,

I remeber the way you kissed me,
With such a tender embrace,
The way you said my name,
And even that silly look on your face,

But then you told me,
Oh, how our lives were changed,
You had joined the army,
At such a tender age,

You told me that you were being shipped out,
Three weeks from Sunday,
Serving overseas,
In some foreign country,

I was speechless to the matter,
Shocked beyond compare,
You said it was something you had to do,
But to me it didn't seem fair,

You were just eighteen,
Two years older than I,
You were goging to help fight a war,
And I didn't understand why,

I remeber the day you left,
We were standing there on the dock,
Clinging to each other,
As precoius minuets ticked by on the clock,

Then you left me there,
Cold, and alone,
I was afraid I'd never see you again,
That you would never come home,

You wrote me as often as you could,
Telling me of the war,
And you promised me that you would marry me,
Your even called me 'your girl',

But one day the letter's stopped,
And I couldn't figure out why,
Everyday I would go to the mailbox,
Waiting for your reply,

Then one day, your mama called,
She told how a man in uniform showed up at the door,
He told her that her only son,
Had been killed in the war,

At that very moment,
A part of me died,
I colapsed on the floor,
And just began to cry,

They buried you underneith the sycamore,
On a cold day in November,
The ceremony was short and sweet,
As I remember,

I turned to alchohol after that,
I spent all my nights trying to drink you away,
But no matter how drunk I got,
I still saw your face everwhere I stayed,

Then one night, I just couldn't take it anymore,
I opened up that drawer, and pulled out the gun,
I had no regrets when I finally pulled that trigger,
After that, It was done,

They found me in the morning,
With a note in my hand,
It read, "I'll love him until the day I die",
"I was his girl, and he was my man",

They buried me next to you under the sycamore,
After the sermon was said, and the songs were sung,
Everyone moved on with their lives,
And I was remembered as the girl who took her life for love.
 
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