Each season comes and goes, the beauty of it all
The storms of life, make me sit upright
The tears that are shed and they hold me tight
Takes my heart, makes me fight
As the moon rises, and wind blows long
I am tucked in bed, and I know just know...
There is a reason for every season
nothing everlasting, yet we cling
every storm, followed by a calm
the seed that breaks, only sprouts
the heart that breaks, germinates
But for you and me... No season, no reason...
The path I take, will always be the wind mills
Of time, but my heart can only take so much
As each time I am shoved from these trying times
I beg I cry, to let me find, let me die
but then I see words in the sky that show me
how my friends, how the world can be
and then there was you, a dear sweet friend
from across the world but so near to me ...
*Familiar paths I will not choose
neither follow nor will lead
People come, people go...
Maybe reason, maybe season
It's not per chance you and I met my friend
HE.. who knows what I need, before I know
Sent me a friend, so near, so dear
And Just a click away...
By: Debbie Brooks and Rupal
Bold: Debbie
Italics: Rupal
Thank you dear Debbie for this beautiful flow of minds...