Change
Sometimes, I wonder where we went astray,
How the bond we built could slip away.
It’s ironic, for I’ve always believed,
That change is a gift to be received.
But not all changes are meant to start—
You were the stillness within my heart.
The one sure...
How the bond we built could slip away.
It’s ironic, for I’ve always believed,
That change is a gift to be received.
But not all changes are meant to start—
You were the stillness within my heart.
The one sure...