I understand feelings are like waves,
Washing up upon the shores,
As to say hello and goodbye to the sand,
Feelings stay and goes away.
I understand if tomorrow you,
Dont hold my hands anymore,
Just like a tree that grows,
So old the leaves will fall to its ground.
I understand when time comes,
Once you're older,
The world will show you a different story,
You wont need to hold my hand anymore.
I hold too many stories,
As history teaches us not to repeat,
How beautiful you are to me,
Shall we not start a new history.
The world will show you a different story
And girl you'll be the most beautiful flower
Dont keep it here with me.
Grow your garden,
You'll see how wonderful outside will be.
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