Do you ever wonder about me and you,
And all the different things that we do?
The old, the boring, and the new,
And every time we say adieu?
Do you ever wonder about what’s to be,
And all the things we cannot see?
The breaths and smiles; being free,
And something just for you and me?
Do you ever wonder why we’re here,
And all the people we hold dear?
The sense of love that’s always near,
And how it’s something we come to fear?
No, but I often wonder what is true,
And who in life will pull through.
The fact that good hearts are so few,
And yet I found my way to you.