Nothing in life is ever certain.
The play behind the weathered curtains.
Nothing in life is ever certain. Pictures repressing, thoughts digressing.
The ebb and flow of emotion grow.. rocky, stronger, faster, churning,
bitter and sweeter like a winter witch burning.
A winter which changed the gravity of faith, the gravity of space,
the gravity of trust, the gravity of lust, the Lion brought down by the
weight of the sky, it shouldn't, it couldn't, there is no reason why.
Time the doctor, time the surgeon. Time the enemy, time the friend.
Precious the power that time that we spend.
Beauty and subtlety in all the time we spent. Laughter and smiles and places we went.
Places yet undiscovered and moments to find,
these places and moments trapped inside my mind.
Which way is onward. Which way is back.
I fight with a passion but no plan of attack.
You say that tomorrow's never promised today,
Lets promise to let our hearts lead the way.
Forgiveness, the dawn to a journey anew.
May this journey find hope, and with hope I find you.
