Myths

A myth has just been shattered Upon the four winds scattered Back to some storybook From whence it came Vicarious hearts may ache And try to mend the break And seek for a righteous place To put the blame Neither of us knew What the future would bring We only know that now there is Some room to talk and sing The baby laughs a lot And that's the most important thing And as soon as we can handle The hurt and pain There may be more Than just happy memories to gain So to hell with all the troubles And counting up the couples Who travelled this same route On their way down Because if we keep on growing There is no way of knowing When we'll meet As two new people we just found We just found