#2422-With D
Circles close,
Feelings transform,
Years come and go.
And one day,
I’ll look back,
Count the rings,
Holding her hand,
Knowing we built,
Something worthwhile.
Circles close,
Feelings transform,
Years come and go.
And one day,
I’ll look back,
Count the rings,
Holding her hand,
Knowing we built,
Something worthwhile.