You could say I am just a boy asking to let herself remember who we were and give a chance to taking in to the present so we can be who we are.
Because we never did let ourselves really find out, never did take possibility and opportunity for more than a little while and now circumstances are different.
Now we can dare to hold hands and walk through our garden together.
Step into my arms and tell me it doesn’t bring it all back because it never really left, it just slumbered for a while.
And now, well now we can take some time and learn more about it or we can let fear prevent it all from being something.
Sometimes that sounds easier but I don’t know that easier is better, just a slow form of death and I am not ready to die.