nothing will ever change
that night in the air
i was assured of that fact
we may grow
we may live differently
but one thing will always remain
as spring brings growth
and the flowers in the meadows
they all come alive
even so winter soon follows
and as ice freezes over
so does my heart
i'm someone different from what I've been
either that or I have forgotten
what i once was
it's not to see your face
it's not to hear your voice
but to know you'll never understand
i am too much the same
and yet too different
distracted by details unintended
the tension grows
as we seem to become like children
not growing up, only getting younger
but maybe that's okay
the way it's supposed to be
hundreds of millions of puzzle pieces
waiting to be put together
back into that picture again
