Texty: Little League. Through Our Ears... Through Our Hearts. The Promise.

Ninety-eight degrees and I called out to you, to come sit by my side. All sweat and no rain makes one hell of a day for promises. you said to me that day...Never let me down, and I'll never let you down. now I'm sittin back and thinking about the time we spit out of our heads....our plans to include ourselves in our blueprints of our future...lives will share...together always, been this long what's a few more, decadent years of being a best friend with you...and I'll take that with me to the grave and back. Together forever