Our Old Town

 

Many's the time i ran with you down,
The winding road to our old town,
Wed sit hand in hand again,
Alone, but together in the pouring rain,

Some how, wed make it there every day,
Even if one of us was away,
Until you grew to be a piece of me,
Of my closest heart and family,

Author's Note

Some poem about Molly once again. A little help from Keane.