Who can say this is who we'll always be?
For thy love, I would change for thee.
Who can say that we can only dream?
In our hearts, we make life what it seems.
Who are they to tell us, "Love's a foolish thing"?
When they tell us what to say, that's when our hearts shall sing.
We'll sing a melody, out of love, from our hearts.
Who can say we aren't in love when we clearly are?
Who can say?

views of sunrise,
my ever disappearing lover,
broke the best.

The years are catching up to her
You can tell
Because she doesn't walk quite as fast
Or have the same smirk on her face
Like she did before she met life.

Although she swears she's just getting older
You can tell she's not just older
She's a little sadder too
Because when she sings
It's not as bright

When she looks at her children
Wishing she could do better
You want to look at them
And wish too
That maybe you could make it better

She loves Christmas
Giving gifts and forgetting stress
Although the dining room table
Is half empty
Leaving only her and her children

Half of a life left to live
You can see that she is scared
But when she looks out the window and smiles,
You just want to tell her
You have life left in you, too.