the frogs are gone

In the pond where we used to play, Little frogs would hop all day, But now the water's still and cold, Their stories left untold. Oh, the frogs are gone, my heart is breaking, In the silence, my soul is aching, Lonely nights, the stars are crying, Without them here, it feels like dying. We'd sing along to the croaking tune, Beneath the silver summer moon, But now the echo's all I hear, A melody that brings me tears. Oh, the frogs are gone, my heart is breaking, In the silence, my soul is aching, Lonely nights, the stars are crying, Without them here, it feels like dying. I see the lily pads, empty and bare, Remembering the joy we used to share, I'll keep their memory alive inside, Even though it hurts, I won't hide. Oh, the frogs are gone, my heart is breaking, In the silence, my soul is aching, Lonely nights, the stars are crying, Without them here, it feels like dying. So I'll dance to the beat, though my heart is sore, Hoping one day they'll return once more, Until then, I'll sing this song, For the frogs who made my heart belong.