When time slips through your fingers
And the past seems like a dream
You tell yourself that it was real
Because you simply have to believe
When you feel like theres nothing left to hold on to
And your world is closing in
Its hard to imagine that miracles exist
You want to forget but you cant let go
Hope is something lost in the wind
Blown away a long ago summer day
But you simply know in your heart
Something inside tells you
That page of your life has long been turned
The evidence no longer so easily seen
But in your heart you know its there
You know what you felt, you know it was real
Miracles have a way of turning up
Especially when you least expect them
The past will never be again
But miracles make you live for the future
Even when youre not in their center
They find a way to touch your life
And make you think about your own
In ways no one would expect
Witnessing their ups and downs
Brings back memories and makes you realize
That no one can take the memories away
Theyll always be yours for good and for bad
















Devious Comments
Comments
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We must always match our faith with the truth, then it will move mountains...
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Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.
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Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
-William Shakespeare
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Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
-William Shakespeare
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Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.
And memories are what make me feel better...
When I'm down..
I'm really nostalgic right now...
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I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
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Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
-William Shakespeare
This year has been and will be full of changes.
Your memories though are mostly good I would think... Mine are... mixed. Hence the 'what makes you smile as well as cry' thing.
I'm suprised how popular this poem has been.
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Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
-William Shakespeare
I'm sure that is the reason why.
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I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
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