Away

I came to write a poem.  
But there are songs about this already.  
Clutching back something it dare not fathom,  
The rhythm of my heart unsteady.  
 
So I go, racing against the day.  
Before the sun sets on my 21st birthday.  
The song of you has made me, love.  
The song of you, will make it all okay.
 
I will always remember you.