Hear the song of the old trees, singing for you
Cause after all that we've been through, and after all we left in pieces. I still believe our lives have just begun, cause now the past can be our own. And I know you are the reason, I still believe the best is yet to come. A photograph still in your hands, afraid to let go the minutes rain like grains of sand. And time is just a war to steal your dreams from within, come and take them back again.
“Aprendi que, não importa o quanto meu coração esteja sofrendo, o mundo não vai parar por causa disso.”
~ William Shakespeare (via eu-poetico)
