Tell Me A Story
Today I watched as the world around me began to change around me yet again, as forever it does and will always. I watched as life turned and glanced at its past and cried.
Then I thought to myself that it is true for now and for sure, time is not our keeper but rather our cure. Would it be that I could, I would walk in the steps of time once more. Would it be different if you were mine? My answer seemed to be second nature and it spoke to me as a friend and said:
Tell me a story of times gone by
Tell me a story of you and I
Let it come forward from another time
A time that was different when you were not mine
Tell me a your story …
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