For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
You learn to run, you learn to race through life, this unforgiving pace These lines we’re tracing to the truth And stepping over endless cracks, I navigate these crooked paths But all my roads lead back to you.
And who are we to argue fate and who is time to make us wait I’m standing here with nothing left to prove.
And we’re still coming home, a thread through the unknown Yea, all the lines we cast into forever Got tangled like some wreckage in the road A road we walked alone but all the time that’s passed held us together And all the lines we cast will bring us home It’s a long way but I’m coming home.
All the time I kept the score I never grasped what love was for You, you always gave me what I need To know what’s true and still ask why To break the bonds and raise the sky You tear the soil from the sea.
But who am I to argue fate And who are you to walk away I’m standing here with nothing left to prove.
And we’re still coming home, A thread through the unknown All the lines we cast into forever Got tangled like some wreckage in the road A road we walked alone But all the time that’s passed held us together And all the lines we cast will bring us home It’s a long way but I’m coming home to you.
Who are we to argue fate and who am I to think this way I’m standing here with nothing left to lose.
And we’re still coming home, A thread through the unknown Yea, all the lines we cast into forever Will come back when the weather hits the road A road we walked alone, But all the time that’s passed held us together And all the lines we cast will bring us home It’s a long way but I’m coming home.
You learn to run, you learn to race through life, this unforgiving pace These lines we’re tracing to the truth.
I don’t think anyone will ever be able to comprehend my complete and ardent love for this story. Watched the movie twice over break and read the novel. Again. Wonder if I’ll ever have a new favorite, probably not.
Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder…