The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads, it eats away
Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see
That you cannot change what happened,
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.
Because the past is the past for a reason.
It's been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It's done, it's unchangeable; move on.
Hope is in the springtime,
When the first bird of the year chirps.
When the first
How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hop
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
My darling, remember those days long ago,
When we both held hands through rain and snow?<
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
Once a year we celebrate
with stupid hats and plastic plates
the fact that you we
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
