We are not shining stars. This I know, I never said we are.

Well I woke to the sound of silence

and cars were cutting like knives on a fist fight.

And I found you with a bottle of wine

with head on the curtains

and heart like the fourth of July.

You swore and said,

“We are not, we are not shining stars.”

This I know

I never said we are.

Though I’ve never been through much like that

I’ve closed enough windows

to know you can never look back.

If you’re lost and alone

or sinking like a stone

Carry on.

May your path be the sound

of your feet upon the ground.

Carry on.

Carry on, carry on.

~ I ♥ FUN. 



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