"Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling,
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.
So if through your window there is a new day breaking,
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching.
If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning,
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning..."
Memories, sweet memories. When it breaks, These little pieces of glass Cause grave wounds; They stain, They pain. And yet I hold on To these broken pieces. Should have learnt To let go before. But I still hold on...