There is a light at the end of the long tunnel. There is a hope at the end of a long day. There is a promise that can still be fulfilled. No matter what path you take in life, you can always find something hopeful, something to keep you going, and keep moving along with your head held high. No matter what it is, don't ever loose it.
Find blows past the curtains overlaying the window beside me. I feel the chill, that soothing breeze of summer, and sigh to myself. So this is what it's like to be home again? I think. Sometimes I wonder how long I've been out of my head, how long it's been since I could take a breath and exhale steadily. Then I remember you, and I, and the summer we shared.
'cause it's nine in the afternoon