By Jyothika Bala
The country breeze gently brushes my hair
As I lay on the hay, thinking how I've been wasting my youth all day
These thoughts will turn into memories one day
I run through the forest, I pass these trees
I see this hay covered in leaves
And I read this book about how you come across
The things that you love
Stay in your mind
Till the light leaves your eyes
I get these hay memories
There's a cemetery nearby
Where my grandma was buried and so will I
When you write your eulogy
Please mention my hay memories
And promise me you'll never cry
Hay memories
Country breeze rocking
Hay memories
Time set me free, I got nothing
Knowing that I'll be alive
Sooner or later we are all gonna die
Gotta live these
Hay memories