So, you think this is it,
This
is the end.
Maybe
have to go back
And
start over again.
Well,
all I can tell you is
There
will be more.
The
fountain still runs,
The
water’s still sweet,
And
I’ll bring you flowers
The
next time we meet,
And
kisses await
When
you open the door.
No
one can know what lies up ahead,
A
promise unspoken, words left unsaid.
You
can fill up an ocean,
Look
behind every door.
Still,
there will be more.
Sometimes
it seems
We
run out of time.
It
gets too late
For
sweet talk and wine
And
we get too weary
To
see what’s in store.
There’s
a new day tomorrow,
A
new chance to start,
To
chase all those dreams
Held
deep in your heart,
And
always remember
There
will be more.
No
one can know what lies up ahead,
A
promise unspoken, words left unsaid.
You
can fill up an ocean,
Look
behind every door.
Still,
there will be more.
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