You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt, as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair.
Our hearts still ache in sadness, And secret tears still flow, What it meant to lose you, No one will ever know.
May you fall asleep in the arms of a beautiful dream.
There was a fisherman named Fisher who fished for some fish in a fissure. Till a fish with a grin, pulled the fisherman in. Now they are fishing the fissure for Fisher.