Some days I am lost, and confused.
Other days I am downright blue.
But most days I am in love with you,
and sometimes I’m not sure what to do.
My eyes tend to wander—they like to see,
but all I can ever see is you and me.
Even if I stare into space, or all the galaxy,
all I can see clearly is you and me.
And I know that you’ve been scarred,
hurt and afraid—but we’ve come so far.
We’ve raced through life like shooting stars,
and now here I am, right where you are.
And, of course, nothing ever remains
the way we found it—nothing’s ever the same.
And just as life, all things grow and decay,
all except for love, which brings us rain.
And then life begins to grow again;
all things begin to flourish, to no end.
We’ll no longer have to pretend—
we can go back to what was once then.