Drift

We're still here. We're still here. Mm. Woo. The pavement's warm from yesterday. I walk alone, but wish you'd stay. A kite hangs low above the park. Its string untied, it won't go far. The train rolls by, a distant hum. Your name still lingers, barely calm. I touch the bench where we once sat. The wood is warm, the moment's flat. I'm not searching for what's been lost. I'm just learning what it costs. We're not broken, we're rearranged. Finding balance as we change. Through the drift, we face the tide. Carried forward. Side by side. Every step. Is something new. Something real, something true. Through the drift. Don't let go. Even when. The winds blow cold. We'll keep moving, hand in hand. Building bridges on shifting sand. Building bridges on shifting Sand. We're still here. Windows flicker with someone's plans. Reflections dance on wet sidewalks. I catch a glimpse of who I was, But now I see a different trust. A child laughs near the fountain's edge. Their joy cuts through the quiet edge. I turn to speak, you're standing there. A smile breaks through the autumn air. I'm not running from what's been done. I'm embracing what's begun. We're not lost, we're finding way. Day by day, come what may. Through the drift, we face the tide. Carried forward. Side by side. Every step. Is something new. Something real, something true. Through the drift. Don't let go. Even when. The winds blow cold. We'll keep moving, hand in hand. Building bridges on shifting sand. Maybe home isn't just a place. It's the look upon your face. It's the courage to begin. Where we stand. And where we've been. Through the drift, we face the tide. Carried forward. Side by side. Every step. Is something new. Something real, something true. Through the drift. We won't let go. No matter how. The winds may blow. We're still moving, hand in hand. Stronger now on shifting sand. Through the drift. We're still here. We're still here.