In the beginning everything looked so clear, picture perfect
It all made sense, the reason why we met
"Forever" that was the key word
Holding on so tight that the next day,
I wanted to make sure I was still in the present
Although, sometimes I purposely appeared to haunt you
Yes, I feared that you would leave me behind
Like a wave I was tossed
The wind was slowly helping out
Quickly falling out of the boat, I could not sail anymore
I kept getting up but was slowly thrown down
Waves becoming a hurricane,
More and more approaching from left to right
I tried to be strong
But, furiously like a wave I was gone
I couldn’t keep up with you
I was tossed, forgotten and slowly became an "old memory"
Time, my worst enemy!
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*Time represents God as the healer. Although memories may come back to hunt the present, you must not forget where you stand. Time is God and His time is always perfect. Forget about the pain, the hurt, the disappointments, the mistakes in life. Walk in righteousness and you will make better and beautiful memories!*