Post by J.Hollick on Feb 6, 2013 8:35:07 GMT -9
Together we are both lost
And it is not the winding path in front of us that is the cause
Neither of us should feel left out
That we love each other there is no doubt
And even though we must come to an end
Let us part sweetly as old friends
The foundation of our core has withered away
Time has aged us day by day
And slowly we have grown apart
But you will always remain within my heart
And perhaps, some day, many years from now
We will both look back, in awe at how
We parted not as lovers scorned
But as two people who separately soared
Together we came to a fork in the road
Lovingly, two different paths we chose
And yet the roads ran parallel for so long
It was as if you never really had gone.
And many years later down the road
When we have both grown white haired and old
We will sit together to wait out the cold
A comfortable silence taking hold
In front of the fire, hand in hand
Not as lovers, enemies or wife and man
But as two people at the end of their days
Waiting for death to come bring them away
Supporting each other as best they can
Smiling mischievously, knowing they’re damned
Sharing memories from times gone by
And perhaps you remember them, slightly differently than I
Yet no matter the story the result is the same
I love you and you love me therefore, nothing ever really changed
And it is not the winding path in front of us that is the cause
Neither of us should feel left out
That we love each other there is no doubt
And even though we must come to an end
Let us part sweetly as old friends
The foundation of our core has withered away
Time has aged us day by day
And slowly we have grown apart
But you will always remain within my heart
And perhaps, some day, many years from now
We will both look back, in awe at how
We parted not as lovers scorned
But as two people who separately soared
Together we came to a fork in the road
Lovingly, two different paths we chose
And yet the roads ran parallel for so long
It was as if you never really had gone.
And many years later down the road
When we have both grown white haired and old
We will sit together to wait out the cold
A comfortable silence taking hold
In front of the fire, hand in hand
Not as lovers, enemies or wife and man
But as two people at the end of their days
Waiting for death to come bring them away
Supporting each other as best they can
Smiling mischievously, knowing they’re damned
Sharing memories from times gone by
And perhaps you remember them, slightly differently than I
Yet no matter the story the result is the same
I love you and you love me therefore, nothing ever really changed
