What was, was. What is to be is the adventure.

by alexrambler

A life lived
The end of raising hell
I think we always knew
It could never end well

Separated by an ocean
Though closer than ever
When it all evaporates
We shall once again be together

At least this life
Brings on a new one
A new road to follow
A new era has begun

So let’s not dwell
On quarrels and trouble
We shall be newborn
And rise from the rubble

So I raise my glass to you
Even though you can not
I honour our past with no regrets
And I hope for the future for which we fought