The rocking chair years
This is taking on the world
This is letting out the ghost's,
because I am strong enough
to know what I love most.
This is everything I am,
and everything I know.
It's to late to call the past to bring me home.
And I still love the the things
I lost that brought me here,
the things I hide behind to make up for the years.
This is my heart, my rocking chair
Writer/s: Day at the Fair
