Early morning

i've forgot the things we said
on the night that we were through
but i can't forget the things
we used to do. . .

i've forgot the times we failed
and all the times we tried
but i can't forget the time we
stood and cried. . .

i've forgot the things that hurt
i never thought i could
but i can't forget the times
that were so good. . .

i 've forgot the little squeals
and i've forgot the little sighs
but i vcan't forget the blue
of your sky-colored eyes. . .

12-29-1981