Sorrow`s End....

<br>I used to think,<br>&quot;I`ve never been through it,<br>the deaths and stuff that make us old enough.&quot;<br>Old enough to love a boy whose name I still don`t know.<br>We traded voices, blurted accidents.<br>Brutal winter froze through spring`s slow crawl.<br>In The summers burn, the impending fall.