Dec 2016
So she has her ups and downs
But who can say they don’t sometimes
Resting under falling stars
Raindrops filling both her eyes
Maybe waiting to be found --
-- The broken words and broken worlds,
Nevermind they aren’t fair,
She still finds the strength to use
The power in her curly hair.
Forever, ever hidden there.
But who can say they don’t sometimes
Resting under falling stars
Raindrops filling both her eyes
Maybe waiting to be found --
-- The broken words and broken worlds,
Nevermind they aren’t fair,
She still finds the strength to use
The power in her curly hair.
Forever, ever hidden there.
I wrote this for a ?friend?, she meant a lot to me. But now it's all different. You know how it goes; time flies, *friends they tend to come and go*.
P.S. * Where it all went wrong, RUBIO*
P.S. * Where it all went wrong, RUBIO*
