my eyes filled with tears at the beauty i saw, or was it the windchill
when we head toward home hopefully the time away holds good memories
between here and there there is probably a way that you will like best
there’s always the chance that what we see happening possibly isn’t.
you can’t make a friend out of a stranger; unless you first build a bridge
sometimes the message gets lost; or only matters when it’s obvious
patience is easy when you know how long you’ll wait before the next train
when a branch is cut history and the future are forever changed
needed by the soul silence can be hard to find until you seek it
when something’s explained we lose the mystery, but gain understanding koo
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