By friedman
We were just barely out of school we moved in together in a one room flat off riverside. And in our tiny we embraced before we stepped outside, To brave the cold, winds. our love begins.
Long afternoons we lay in bed, tv, reading romance novels, mysteries and magazines. And who would've guessed up ahead we would learn what pain and heartache means. 'cause sweet pass. they never last.
But we're all grown, all grown, all now. Yes, all grown, all grown, all grown now. And it doesn't really how the both of us arrived. It's just a miracle we survived.
All throughout the early years as we lived our life and mistakes and tried each other's sanity. You see, in spite of all our fears we knew that this was meant to be. It may been naïve, but we believed.
In times of anger our love hid, but never fled and so we learned that love means with a broken heart. And though there were times we did, somehow we have never come apart. Our souls have both been scarred, the was hard.
And all grown, all grown, all grown now...
And so it's been throughout our life that when each has failed the finds the strength to mend the broken ties. Because a husband and a wife must both know how to between the lies. To stay may seem a curse. to is worse.
Now as we put the kids to bed and out the light you know I can't help wondering where the time has gone. And as they say their goodnights and beg for one last bedtime song, I think how we are, to come so far.
And all grown, all grown, all grown now...