Every thing ends..after a while..so let it be..when your out of exile..
let my hand out stretch to you and patch your wounds.Let it be.,Dont ponder the past.The flow of time can be harsh...just as young love
fades away..all that remains.is the memory of younger days...the flow of time can be viscious...on the friendships of others..the memory of younger days remains..so rest young one and let time pass...for as soon as you awaken you have the ability to make more memorys to hold on to till your old days...Just as the sun rises the moons fades..the trees grow as the spring arives..and the trees fade as the fall arives..Dont let time pass you by..!GRAB IT BY THE HAND AND FLOW IN IT