We adjust to the bunk bed that we built together Now that I’ve been sent on my way. All these years we’ve got between us Our love is true, but shifted gears. Now that I’ve been sent on my way To return to with who I was born, Our love is true, but shifted gears. Our children will continue to march forward To return to with who I was born, A place of comfort, peace, and tranquility. Our children will continue to march forward While we together weather the storm. A place of comfort, peace, and tranquility. A bit of sadness, with disciplined relief; While we together weather the storm Find our ways to our inner peace A bit of sadness, with disciplined relief. A few games and some chatter, we Find our ways to our inner peace. We adjust to the bunk bed that we built together

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