The winds may change each day,
And the tides may drift us farther away.
But I still believe in our red strings of fate
That they may coalesce once again.
Even though we're miles apart,
And I can't deny the pain in my heart,
I still find happiness in the small fact
That we're in the same reality,
Breathing the same air,
Walking the same earth,
And sharing the same emotions.
Worry not and wait for me, my bambino
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
The winds may change each day,
And the tides may drift us farther away.
But I still believe in our red strings of fate
That they may coalesce once again.
Even though we're miles apart,
And I can't deny the pain in my heart,
I still find happiness in the small fact
That we're in the same reality,
Breathing the same air,
Walking the same earth,
And sharing the same emotions.
Worry not and wait for me, my bambino
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