by Tylia L. Flores
Sitting here in my wheelchair,
Staring at our pictures on the wall,
Thinking about how much we’ve changed.
Drifting away like a boat out at sea,
I guess that’s what happens when you start to love young,
people change and their paths begin to change.
It’s hard for me to see you as the same
‘Cause I know we’re drifting away from what we used to be.
I don’t want to say goodbye but the more I look at you
The more and more I know it’s that time,
‘Cause we’re drifting and things are changing
And I can’t hang on anymore…