Talk:Keefe Sencen/@comment-43447200-20191010182444

Hey guys have you heard the song "Must have been the wind"?

I changed the lyrics to Keefe in Neverseen.

Its from the point of view from Sophie.

Here it is:

Must have been the wind lyrics<Neverseen, Keeper of the Lost Cities.

I heard Keefe screaming at the wall in the window across of mine.

At first, I thought that Keefe was dreaming.

But then I heard the voice of the boy that was utterly terrified,

Now I’m too worried to be sleeping,

I took the stairs up to the boys’ tree house.

Walked down the hall, then I knocked upon Keefe’s door,

He opened up, and then I asked about the things I’d been hearing,

He said, “My momma has been playing tricks on you,”

Hair all flat and un-styled.

Thanks for caring, Foster, that’s nice of you, but you should get some rest.

Wish I could tell you about my mom, but I don’t remember one clear thing.

She broke my memories, broke my memories, broke my memories, broke my memories.

They broke my memories, broke my memories, broke my memories, broke my memories.”

So, I just layed on the floor of my room, Calla’s braid ran down my back,

No, I just couldn’t shake the feeling.

I knew that Keefe would break from the guilt or at least become more reckless,

I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him.

I took the stairs up to the boys’ tree house.

Walked down the hall, then I knocked upon Keefe’s door,

He opened up, and then I asked about the things I’d been hearing,

He said, “My momma has been playing tricks on you,”

Hair all flat and un-styled.

“Thanks for caring, Foster, that’s nice of you, but you should get some rest.

Wish I could tell you about my mom, but I don’t remember one clear thing.

She broke my memories, broke my memories, broke my memories, broke my memories.

They broke my memories, broke my memories, broke my memories, broke my memories.”

Aiming shoes at his window, screaming “you need me”

Just so that he knows he really does need me,

And when he hears the words I hope he knows that I won’t hate.

Aiming shoes at his window, screaming “you need me”

Just so that he knows he really does need me,

And when he opens up, I know exactly what, I’ll say:

Promise I will never hate you, Keefe.

Your always welcome to come in.

Search your memories for an hour or two,

Because I’m your closest friend.

We could talk about your mom, when your ready, but till’ then,

We’ll just search your memories, search your memories, search your memories, your cleared memories.

We’ll just search your memories, search your memories, search your memories, your cleared memories.

I hope you like it!!!!