People come and go
Most of the time on their own accord.
Just like cars passing on the street in front of your house.
Where they go we can't know.
If we did, surely it would break our hearts.
We just know that it happens
so often that we get use to it.
Just like the sound of tires on pavement
Completely aware, yet oblivious.
But you don't know where he's going
And if you did, surely it would break your heart.
Just hope he's coming back.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
People come and go
Most of the time on their own accord.
Just like cars passing on the street in front of your house.
Where they go we can't know.
If we did, surely it would break our hearts.
We just know that it happens
so often that we get use to it.
Just like the sound of tires on pavement
Completely aware, yet oblivious.
But you don't know where he's going
And if you did, surely it would break your heart.
Just hope he's coming back.
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