rusted tower where we would meet
once had life, once had us
small town memories discreet
tower mighty our hidden retreat
rainy day escape it was a must
rusted tower where we would meet
painted structure in that day complete
no one knew, they made such a fuss
small town memories discreet
high above it all, our heavenly seat
we'd plan we'd scheme we'd fuss
small town memories discreet
first kiss, first embrace, high above the concrete
learned about love, learned about trust
small town memories discreet
our tower now old, shaking, obsolete
cherished memories... for that...we lust
rusted tower where we would meet
small town memories discreet
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John Scipio
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