Carved in sequoia,
Our initials drawn within,
A heart still sappy,
Or was that a fantasy,
Of a sixteen year old fool?
Carved in sequoia,
Our initials drawn within,
A heart still sappy,
Or was that a fantasy,
Of a sixteen year old fool?
May the stones ahead
Mark your next horizon line
Rather than your fall
I will remember your eyes
Full of love and adventure.