What Survives Of Us Is Love
When all is said and done
And all is done and dead
It’s not the declarations shouted
Or hard thoughts in the head
It’s not the way we walked
And not the turn we took
It’s not how much we spent on shoes
Or how fashionable we looked
It’s not how long we waited
How strong the stance we stood
How many days we held the fort
Wondering if we could
It’s not the might or money
Our fall or rise above
But when we’re gone, one thing lives on
What survives of us is love.
©by Voo
July 3, 07
Love Can Build a Bridge
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