There was a time when you weren’t real
Our dreams and lives apart.
At twelve you moved next door to me
And roped my wild heart.
We dreamt and planned our future lives
Of kids and jobs we talked.
When high school ended, then I left
Two different paths we walked.
Divorce and drugs plagued my life
You found me as a mess.
You held my scars, embraced my pain
My war wounds did you dress.
After sixteen years, we have a life
that we could not have planned.
We are not rich, but made six kids
You’re the anchor for this old man.
If we never get to live the dreams
Of our youthful days,
At least we have the longest love
Guiding us on our way.
This is so beautiful! I actually can relate to the first few lines
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Thank you!
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You are very welcome!
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