As we're standing on the shore line watching the sun sink in the sea, these familiar thoughts race through my mind. And while I'm staring at your face,
Your eyes pull me closer to you.
Are we meant to fall in love?


Or is this sheer coincidence?
Are our paths meant to cross?

Is this meant to happen?

I hardly go on rants like this but God does nothing for no reason, we don't meet people the way we do,

We don't feel the way about people just because.
Things are not coincidences.


All my life it has been raining,
My skies were a little grey,
I knew if I kept holding on,

The good would come.
Would come to me.


My faith is stronger than ever before,
I feel like I'm on top of the world.
With this brighter outlook and lifted spirits,

I hold your hands in mine.

With your hands in mine,

We watch the waves arrive at the shore line.
And witness the changement of the ocean's tide's.
Patience and positivity are the key of being happy.


After the stormy weather blue skies will apear.
You are the wind that made these grey clouds dissapear,

You are the sun that lightened up these darkened skies.