Wrinkles remind the soul where it’s been and where it hasn’t.
I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
You’ve come far and though you’re far from the end,
you don’t mind where you are, cuz you know where you’ve been.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map