By dean
We were just barely out of school when we moved in together in a one room off riverside. And in our vestibule we embraced before we stepped outside, To the cold, cold winds. our love begins.
Long afternoons we lay in bed, watching tv, romance novels, mysteries and magazines. And who would've guessed just up ahead we would what pain and heartache means. 'cause beginnings pass. they never last.
But all grown, all grown, all grown now. Yes, we're all grown, all grown, all now. And it doesn't matter how the both of us arrived. It's a miracle that we survived.
All throughout the years as we lived our life 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 been naïve, but we believed.
In times of anger our love hid, but fled and so we learned that love means living with a broken heart. And though there were times we almost did, somehow we have come apart. Our souls have both been scarred, the 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 the strength to mend the broken ties. Because a husband and a wife both know how to read between the lies. To stay may a curse. to leave is worse.
Now as we put the kids to bed and turn out the you know I can't help wondering where the time has gone. And as they say sweet goodnights and beg for one last bedtime song, I think how blessed we are, to so far.
And we're all grown, all grown, all now...