Thinking in time things are perfect
hours spent, but well worth it
Months pass
our worlds tend to clash

But through it all we share these broken hearts
with wounds that were healed from the love that was found from the start
Still time brings waves of quarrels
some stand high because of pride
some stand high next to they're morals

The rocks tremble below us
I reach out for reassurance
Grasping onto hope
hoping, but truly know
that time is my hope


8/29/07