when will my coal heart turn into diamond?
Sometimes I wonder if I ask for too much...
Things Said in Passing
Saturday nights in the city arm in arm.
Walk around this town like it’s ours.
Soon we’ll be on our way back home.
Anywhere is home when I’m with you.
Have I told you how warm you make me feel,
when you tell me everything that makes you happy?
But I can’t help but think and wonder sometimes.
But I just hope that I am one of them.
Too many days and too many times flown by.
Now the times have changed and so have I, and so have you.
But I’m not one to forget or regret...
This smile can’t say enough.