They told it would get better,
let time take it's course
they said.
Little by little it seemed.
because that's how it should be.
They told it will be bitter sweet,
In the end it's all
about the memories.
Little by little it worked.
because that's the way meant to be.
They told something new will take it's place.
Another meaning for
the broken void.
Little by little, it happened.
because in you, my mother I see.
In your little hands and little feet.
How it should be.
In your little smile and little cries.
How it meant to be.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
They told it would get better,
let time take it's course
they said.
Little by little it seemed.
because that's how it should be.
They told it will be bitter sweet,
In the end it's all
about the memories.
Little by little it worked.
because that's the way meant to be.
They told something new will take it's place.
Another meaning for
the broken void.
Little by little, it happened.
because in you, my mother I see.
In your little hands and little feet.
How it should be.
In your little smile and little cries.
How it meant to be.
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