Sing Our Song
Life is hard but we're still living.
The threads of fate are true.
And even though it's difficult at least I'm here with you.
This tapestry we've made together may be filled with holes.
But weave into me my love and the stitches they will hold.
The edges may be fraying and we may feel we're losing ground.
But life is hard and at least we're still around.
Our story isn't over yet.
Our thread's of fate are long.
And when we finally run out the bards will sing our song.