Week 8: Growth | Brenda Rose
When I wake up it 'll be gone
Gone the quiet dreams we wrote
As we dream our lives to the unknown
We grow
Summer felt like time stood still
We forgot it never will
As we swim our lives to solid shores
We grow
I set a mark where you
Wrote a part about growth
As I turn pages I read through all ages
And we grew
We still grow
Someday memories will fade
Will you help me to keep them real
As we walk our miles we're walking home
And we grow
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