One thing remains from those cherished times. Memories and keepsakes from my childish crimes. I will never forget the sweetest girl. She was my friend, my love, my world. How funny it was to play and run Through the water in the midsummer sun. She was taken in a violent event. A shotgun now rings in torment. That is all I have to say Any more and I will fade I will remember more of her living Instead of her death and time forgiving.