i been thinking a lot
it feels so right sometimes. almost perfection almost like something i've always had and never plan to loose. my forever. just what i want and need. nothing to worry about...comfort. then i start to think or an event will happen and you get jolted and question your forever. is it pure fear or doubt? or are they signs? i think as adults wer ehave to make descions and stick with them. making choices is aprt of that and taking reposibilty for the choices we make right or wrong. we just have to learn form them and try not to make mistakes more than once. it's a wonder how teh heart can love so much never getting tired. it always has room for mor elove. we mostly add more people to love to our lives as we age. more and more ppl we meet and we never run out of love. i think that is amazing. i;m trying to decide what's right and will keep me happy a life without or a life with.
Ben Folds
The Luckiest
I don't get
Many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns
And stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it every day
And I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest
What if I'd been born
Fifty years before you
In a house
On a street
Where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside
As you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognise
And I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest
I love you more than I have
Ever found a way to say to you
Next door
There's an old man
Who lived to his nineties
And one day
Passed away
In his sleep
And his wife, she stayed
For a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a
Strange way to tell you
That I know we belong
That I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest
Ben Folds
The Luckiest
I don't get
Many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns
And stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it every day
And I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest
What if I'd been born
Fifty years before you
In a house
On a street
Where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside
As you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognise
And I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest
I love you more than I have
Ever found a way to say to you
Next door
There's an old man
Who lived to his nineties
And one day
Passed away
In his sleep
And his wife, she stayed
For a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a
Strange way to tell you
That I know we belong
That I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest