Fries and Ice Cream

Faded green on the stairs

And a scent I know so well

The same street to the sea

Where you bought me fries and ice cream

How we'd walk by the shore

And take our treasured stars home

When I was a kid

There was no guilt in our visit

I want to go

How many years

Before we are done

I want to let go

When we used to sing

Voices joined in soothing chanting

Too young to be bored

You were my holiday home

I want to go

How many years

Before we are done

I want to let go