By dean
We were just barely out of school when we moved in 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, watching tv, reading romance novels, and magazines. And who would've guessed just up ahead we learn what pain and heartache means. 'cause sweet beginnings pass. never last.
But all grown, all grown, all grown now. Yes, we're all grown, all grown, all now. And it doesn't really matter how the of us arrived. just a miracle that we survived.
All throughout the early years as we lived our life and made and tried each other's sanity. You see, in spite of all our fears we both that this was meant to be. It may have naïve, but we believed.
In times of anger our love hid, but never fled and so we learned love means living with a broken heart. And there were times we almost did, somehow we have never come apart. Our souls have been scarred, the road was hard.
And we're all grown, all grown, all now...
And so it's been throughout our life that when each has failed the other finds the strength to mend the ties. a husband and a wife 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 I can't help wondering where the time has gone. And as they say their sweet goodnights and beg for one bedtime song, I think how blessed we are, to so far.
And all grown, all grown, all grown now...