Nothing Ever Really Goes
by sloanranger
Just look around, you will know,
nothing ever really goes....
we're in the wind, the rain
the snow...
nothing ever really goes.
The soft breeze upon our cheek
are our angels and they seek
to be with us,
and you know...
nothing ever really goes.
They find us soon and you will see...
they look out for you
and me.
Be not sad - might I propose...
nothing, ever really goes.
Dry your tears, try and smile...
they're with us - guarding,
all the while;
and remember now, before I close,
nothing ... ever really goes.