If the world stopped spinning, Maybe you would hold me for a minute… And there wouldn’t be the what ifs of tomorrow Or the should haves of yesterday Or the maybe wills
I remember a day when we sat around the fire and laughed while we sang. I remember a day where we jumped over walls and skipped over puddles in the yard. I remember
Music plays in perfect harmony, Colors line the stars in the deepest hues, Words take the breath from her heart, Clouds surpass all believability— Friends frame her heart in hope, Play the music
She will never understand how a heart that bleeds every day Can find the air to love And the strength to bleed again tomorrow.
Some days, It’s the way the sun shines through the window And seems to bounce back up. Some days it’s the way the coffee smells, Or the way the china clinks,