Toys In The Attic

A time for memories returning,
 A time for heartache and yearning,
 Shades of blue, crowding through,
 as I sit here remembering you.
 A time for wondering what happened,
 for wondering why did it happen.
 No goodbye, not a sigh,
 How could love slip away and just dye.
 I thought that you, the night, the summertime
 were out of sight and out of mind.
 Yet here you are the night, the summertime
 still in my heart, I was blind.
 A time for memories returning,
 with too much heartache and yearning,
 so I better store these dreams away,
 Like broken toys in the attic the memories
 of my yesterdays