For us
There is no bed of roses anymore;
Nor the struggles of living on a prayer
And it is all long since remembering
you kissing me gently
in the rain
when neither you nor i cared;
The minutes, the moments, the years we shared
wich began with the picture of my house
outlined with the factory in the back;
fades into a distant memory
of I loving you and you loving me
regret? I have none for
it was all
rocky stepping stones
to reach a new path
of enlightenment
to be able to find
peace, pleasure
and the discovery of
of happiness.
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