You learnt

Bobocsm:


remember the times
we slept outside on the ground
remember the times
we woke up underneathe our cardboard box
remember the times
we waited for lunch in a cup
these are the years
that i would rather spend
because you were around

hold on...

the last thing i have is you
you're the better half of me
it's great to be carefree

but..

so many things left to be said
a thousand promises to be kept
you took your steps as
you learnt how to let go...