The park is too small now, too run down, too cold.
The Eden I remembered, is just another let down.
I remember mermaids in the creek. Elves in the trees.
I remember an endless world, and my friend with me.
November would offer some comfort, if it was cold.
The trees bare, the leaves wet, but warm as spring.
My friend is not here anymore, and I try to dream
A new dream, a new spark for tomorrow, to hold on.
Sit in the swing I once rode all the way to the sun.
The sky is so distant now. The sun just another star.
I don’t want to go through this without my friend here.
But everyone leaves, and the night falls quick.
You do what you have to. You have no choice.