A scrapbook on my lap. A soft head on my shoulder.
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Behind loose plastic pages are some fading photographs
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Peculiar fashion styles
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In the corner there's a baby
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Behind the infant smile is a heart I recognize.
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What was I doing then? Learning to take some steps.
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Then walking through adolescence some thousand miles away.
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And up in heaven God called a meeting. And in the space that was next to mine he chose to write your name.
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I never understood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance.
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But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed.
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What are the chances...
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There's the place where the story about us started and took the stage.
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It's been so many days.
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And now the bricks are starting to crack.
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Feels a little weird looking back because some things have changed, some things have died, but somehow you've stayed the same all this time...
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I never understood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance.
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But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed.
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What are the chances...
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Some will say that it goes away. I will run and chase it down through that rolling thunder and rain.
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I will risk my sails and all this boat to be in that storm.
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Either way I am going to stay.
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Though the waves will try to pull me away...
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Either way I am going to stay.
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Scrapbook
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The Rocket Summer |