"WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER OPENS, BUT WE OFTEN LOOK SO LONG AND SO REGRETFULLY UPON THE CLOSED DOOR THAT WE DO NOT SEE THE ONE THAT HAS OPENED FOR US."

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Sunday, November 18, 2012

Where We Start

 
For the first time in our lives
We stepped out sweetly softly
Stretching eyes to the east
Over the sea in the sunset

The wind blew your curly hair
I wish to walk to the end, with you
A girl that I'm going to be with
But I never found the right woman

Where we start is where we end
We walk ourselves weary, you and I
It's just a moment, meeting you
Now I waits for someone to return

What done is done and a day is gone
Feels like I am in a solid fire
Suddenly, sweetly, strangely she lifted her eyes
She go far away from me, gone and disappear

Today is done and tomorrow will come
We fold up the clothes, it's time to go
Back to the old time, back to the past
Home again, and I'm home again.