:: Just the two of Us ::

Throwing my past behind
I strive to look ahead
Not a bed of roses
Not even a bed.

Tough roads hold a meaning
That we oft oversee
Tough times make us stronger
So we can be free.

To live our lives with zest
In moments tough or not
For no failure daunts us
In the battles we've fought.

The story's just begun
And will it ever end ?
No one knows, no one cares,
For this' pure Godsend.