Under Kansas skies where the wheat fields sway, She’s a country girl with a heart that strays. He was city lights, with a restless soul, Found her small-town world, made her heart feel whole. In the summer of ’90, by the old oak tree, They carved their names where forever would be. With a beat-up guitar, they’d sing till dawn, Two hearts entwined in the glow of 'Our song'. Every chord they played, every note they shared, Wove a sacred pact in the warm night air. A melody of laughter, of joy, of truth, A love so deep it would carry her through. The city boy smiled with a feverish grace, But illness came quiet, stole time and space. She held his hand as the light slipped away, He whispered, "Sing 'Our song', love, we’ll meet someday." Now the years roll on, but her love won’t fade, In a small-town porch where their dreams were made. With her old guitar, she lets memories soar, Each pluck of the strings opens heaven’s door. Every strum’s a heartbeat, every note’s a spark, Lights the sacred fire that still burns in the dark. A melody of healing, of joy, of grace, Carries her to moments where she sees his face. Music’s a river that runs through time, Carries your laughter, your heart next to mine. It speaks to my soul when the world feels cold, A universal language that never grows old. From Kansas fields to the stars above, It wraps me in the warmth of our endless love. No boundaries hold it, no distance divides, In 'Our song', my darling, you’re still by my side. 'Our song' still lingers in the strings I strum, Echoes of your voice where my heart calls home. Though the years have faded, and you’re far from sight, 'Our song' keeps you close in the soft moonlight. Every note’s a memory, every chord’s a vow, I feel you in the melody, I’m holding you now. So I’ll play 'Our song' till my final day, 'Our song' lives forever—it won’t fade away.
