Like a breeze the scent of the past fills me.
Peeking through it’s window my heart sees bits of the story.
And for that moment I am snapped back
to a place that makes me want to believe in happy endings.
And I find myself stuck between reality and pretending.
I must admit, that I still go there sometimes, that place in my mind,
Where we left that old house and all of our dreams behind.
when my life is in turmoil or I just want to believe
I wander back there through the door
but no one is there anymore…
So I push my heart back and remember where I am now
and why I left then
and I believe in today again.