I'm holding up, Lord willing and the creek don't rise.
I know my heart will never be the same But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
If it's not exactly like you thought it would be, you think it's a failure. What about the spectrum of colors in between.
Even the wise need wisdom.
Even on my weakest days I get a little bit stronger
Walk out backwards if you must go, but please don't wave good-bye.