Nothing’s as bad as it seems
Hearts were meant to heal...

A time comes
We look back...

She's a wild flower in a summer field
You can't pick her up she cannot yield...

My Dearest
I long to fly over open fields...

Time moves too fast some-times
Actually, it's too fast all the time...

Seasons come, seasons go
Summers rain, Autumns Fall...

I hope you finally closed the door
I left it open when I left that day...

Some paths cannot be retraced
Some wrongs cannot be made right...