By friedman
We were just barely out of school when we in together in a one room flat off riverside. And in our tiny vestibule we before we stepped outside, To brave the cold, cold winds. our begins.
Long afternoons we lay in bed, watching tv, reading 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, we're all grown, all grown, all now. And it doesn't matter how the both of us arrived. It's just a miracle we survived.
All throughout the early years as we lived our life and made and tried each other's sanity. You see, in of all our fears we both knew 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 that love living with a broken heart. And there were times we almost did, somehow we have never come apart. Our souls have both scarred, the road was hard.
And we're all grown, all grown, all now...
And so it's been throughout our life that each has failed the other finds the strength to mend the broken ties. Because a husband and a wife 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 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 how blessed we are, to come so far.
And all grown, all grown, all grown now...