Well here I am no longer a boy but now am a man.

I look upon the water tower how beautiful is its sight?,

Looking over me and the years called the path of life

Soon ill be leaving as she watches drive

When I take a look back she will start to cry,

Like the tower that sprung a leak, one last visit I will shrilly sneak

Now that I'm older I won't expect that was left last.

If I could I really would be back in the past

Years go by with out a reply,so I wonder where you gone.

So when I come back why dos this not seem so wrong?. Well here I am

Back where I began,there you are saying I love you,how I wish I never ran