Sunday, April 24, 2005

Holding hands.

Holding hands.

Who knows why the rivers flow,
or what their tides will bring?
I felt this way a long time ago;
isn't life just the saddest thing?

But then i found a hand to hold and go
to the place where the birds still sing
and the dreams of children forever grow,
knowing that the tides will come in.

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