When your world has lost its reason,
There is always a new coming season.
Life wouldn’t keep going if it wasn’t true.
And life has been some good to you.
For the love you lost at least had came.
Or otherwise you wouldn’t even know their name.
Maybe it’s over, at least there was the time you had.
They’re memories to last forever, no matter good or bad.
How you look at them is how they feel.
They’re a part of your love that’s always real.
But when it all feels bad, it’s not the end.
You may have lost your love, but you’ve gained a friend.

5-3-1985 Friday
Written by Gail brookshire
(aka Sweets)