On the page, your name I write
Underneath the fading light
Every word becomes a flame
Calling out your gentle name
Letters to August, drifting away
Carried by sunsets at the end of the day
Seasons may turn, but I" ll always stay
Writing to August, fading away
Golden leaves begin to fall
But your voice still says it all
Even if the summer dies
You" re the ink that never dries
Letters to August, drifting away
Carried by sunsets at the end of the day
Seasons may turn, but I" ll always stay
Writing to August, fading away
August, I" ll write again someday
