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Each season comes and goes, the beauty of it all The storms of life, make me sit upright The tears that are shed and they hold me tight Takes my heart, makes me fight As the moon rises, and wind blows long I am tucked in bed, and I know just know... *There is a reason for every season nothing everlasting, yet we cling every storm, followed by a calm the seed that breaks, only sprouts the heart that breaks, germinates But for you and me... No season, no reason...* The path I take, will always be the wind mills Of time, but my heart can only take so much As each time I am shoved from these trying times I beg I cry, to let me find, let me die but then I see words in the sky that show me how my friends, how the world can be and then there was you, a dear sweet friend from across the world but so near to me ... *Familiar paths I will not choose neither follow nor will lead People come, people go... Maybe reason, maybe season It's not per chance you and I met my friend HE.. who knows what I need, before I know Sent me a friend, so near, so dear And Just a click away...*
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
Seasons Of Our Life-- in collaboration with Debbie
Each season comes and goes, the beauty of it all The storms of life, make me sit upright The tears that are shed and they hold me tight Takes my heart, makes me fight As the moon rises, and wind blows long I am tucked in bed, and I know just know... *There is a reason for every season nothing everlasting, yet we cling every storm, followed by a calm the seed that breaks, only sprouts the heart that breaks, germinates But for you and me... No season, no reason...* The path I take, will always be the wind mills Of time, but my heart can only take so much As each time I am shoved from these trying times I beg I cry, to let me find, let me die but then I see words in the sky that show me how my friends, how the world can be and then there was you, a dear sweet friend from across the world but so near to me ... *Familiar paths I will not choose neither follow nor will lead People come, people go... Maybe reason, maybe season It's not per chance you and I met my friend HE.. who knows what I need, before I know Sent me a friend, so near, so dear And Just a click away...*
By: Debbie Brooks and Rupal Bold: Debbie Italics: Rupal Thank you dear Debbie for this beautiful flow of minds...
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
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