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