Slide

It's dipping toes in frigid water.
Too afraid to tread the currant.
Too afraid to plunge the deep.

I won't stop breathing,
If you won't stop smiling,

Hearts will never cease beating to the rhythm of life.

It's skipping stones across memory.
Too nostalgic to see past the dream reflection.
Too lost to let it go.

'Cause I could hold it all in both these hands...
Just too afraid to feel it slide.

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