What have we got to lose?
Tomorrow's long gone,
The present's on end,
Our past is rising with the tide
So we better hold on.
Once you said that we were something
More than champagne and rose petals,
But now you call us strangers...
It seems we've never met.
Because I don't know this from that,
And I'm out of guesses.
In truth, I'm lost at sea
Without the wind at my back,
Just floating,
Wandering without a clue.
It's exactly like us, you and me.
So unfamiliar and foreign.
Change is our progression.
-BeliefIS, February 26, 2009
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