It might get me through
Past dreams were empty schemes;
As I age, My past is automatically dying;
More obvious I was designed for the future;
Yet I remain in the present;
where good words and a hand over my heart,
Gets me through.
Past dreams were empty schemes;
As I age, My past is automatically dying;
More obvious I was designed for the future;
Yet I remain in the present;
where good words and a hand over my heart,
Gets me through.