Looking back at the winding road

Looking back at the winding road
Holding her hand in the mid of horde
She would look at me with all the care
Feeling was such that could take me anywhere

Fun and frolic we had in plenty
It was a time when we were twenty
Joy, happiness, fervor, galore
Still wanted her for life and more

Looking at each other we made a promise
At any cost we would not give it a miss
To live together till we are old
Passion of our love was as pure as gold

Old say that all good things come to an end
But it happened in a way I could not amend
In spur of a moment I lost her for life
It was a con who killed her with a knife

In the quest of finding Neverland
I suddenly ended up drowning in quicksand
Sorrow of not having her I could not hide
It was a ravaging wave on full moon tide

History teaches us one thing for sure
Which the heartless devils ensure
Death is the only constant
But memories of some remain important