Losing Something
It’s never easy to lose something that was once precious.
Many things have happened, both happy and hurtful. I wonder if in another life, in another situation, in another place, could it have worked?
But it is not up to me to wonder. Too many things have changed, nothing will be the same anymore. It is my turn to hurt.
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion’s gone away
And I don’t need no carryin’ on
