The first time we met
You were a breath of fresh air
Smiling at me from across the crowded street.
The last time we met
You were crying about your discomfort of pain
In a crowded hospital room.
You said that time heals all hurts,
But that's not true.
It only dulls the hurts and pains.
You said that you're a broken winged bird with no heart
But I see you smile, and I see you help the less fortunate.
By now you have tried your all and failed.
But I'll say to you that you have not lost all
You're in touch with too much.
You're a damaged rose but time will tell with much.
Everything has its time
Everything has its season
Everything will work out
You just have to endure and hold on to hope.
