We are
The How I Met Your Mother Generation
Like it or not
We are
We are all
Chasing a yellow umbrella
That will lead us to a new beginning
For in our lonely lives
We are constantly searching and seeking
For those warm arms clasping that blessed shelter from the storm
Hoping it will spare us from the rain in our own lives
Wishing that then
It will finally all make sense
The sad part is
That heart is not the end
And our tears will still flow
We know our lives are not all that they should be
You can see it in our eyes
Hear it in our voices
But what can we do?
So we chase after the One
Hoping they will bring us new life
It's sad in one way
For we are not made of some mysterious person, future lover
But in another way
It brings hope
For we have learned
That we cannot acquire and buy our way to completeness.
(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
We are
The How I Met Your Mother Generation
Like it or not
We are
We are all
Chasing a yellow umbrella
That will lead us to a new beginning
For in our lonely lives
We are constantly searching and seeking
For those warm arms clasping that blessed shelter from the storm
Hoping it will spare us from the rain in our own lives
Wishing that then
It will finally all make sense
The sad part is
That heart is not the end
And our tears will still flow
We know our lives are not all that they should be
You can see it in our eyes
Hear it in our voices
But what can we do?
So we chase after the One
Hoping they will bring us new life
It's sad in one way
For we are not made of some mysterious person, future lover
But in another way
It brings hope
For we have learned
That we cannot acquire and buy our way to completeness.
(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)
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