GRAD 08
Would you go with me
If we were lost in fields of clover
Would we walk even closer
Until the trip was over
If we were lost in fields of clover
Would we walk even closer
Until the trip was over
precious like a flower, she grew wild, wild but innocent
Some things never would be
But we know now that no matter how far
we traveled on our own separate paths...
Somehow we would always find our way
back to each other.
And with that, we could get through anything.
To us. Who we were,
and who we are.
And who we'll be.
This moment, and the rest of our lives.
Together and apart.
your beautiful every little piece love
