measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In
inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you
measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of
love.
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure
the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or
the way that she died.
It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember
the love! Remember the love! Remember
the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.
Even though this school year is just beginning, I can't help but feel like something really big is ending. I don't know if it's just my freshman year, or something bigger. My childhood, me, who I was. I hope things are different this year, but at the same time I'm terrified that they actaully will be. I have a tremendous need for change but I think that I might not be strong enough to cope with it. I'm so weird. Bitch, please.
