I know this life isn't an easy ride. It takes more than bad luck to break my stride
It's the pa**ion and desire that adds fuel to the fire in my chest. And I won't rest
Although I don't know what lies ahead, I still define progress the days I pull myself out of bed
I should have known that the winds would have shifted in an opposite direction and the feelings we had drifted apart. Some things are just out of our control
I think I finally understand the reasons for the changing of the seasons
Letting everything fall to make way for the new
It's not the surface that matters but the roots that I grew