Forever Parted,Not Exactly
See I will find you, through death
And the streams.
The streams of tears and joy,
The streams of hate and sorrow
For I will find you, if you wait.
Now when I see your face, I grab the jar of broken
Dreams,for I cry teardrops of rain.
And when I'm done, we will laugh and
Cry tears of joy!!!
Not exactly.
This is by my best friend. CanteloupeCow