The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
And when they leave,they take your life of details with them. You are expected to move on again, but you don't remember what it was that moved you, because no one's asked you in so long. Not even yourself.
And I'm a house of cards?Drop everything now?Meet me in the pouring rain?Kiss me on the sidewalk?Take away the pain?Cause' I see sparks fly whenever you smile
