Song for my parents


Your love is a story that is meant to be told

And we’re watching as it unfolds

As long as you’re by each other’s side

Everything will be alright

If something arises

You don’t have a clue

Let me remind this to you

You have been called to love one another

Smile for each other

Each and everyday

You’ve been called to trust one another

Grow old with each other

As time goes by

So raise your hands to the One who called you

To love one another

We are young, you are old

Still in-love, never cold

You’ve been down, broken up

But you never gave up


(sorry for the late gift.. belated happy anniversary mom and dad)


~ by lordouch on October 10, 2012.

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