its that time of year again,
where a smile is more than a smile,
a kiss more than a kiss.
Its that time when what i say is what i am told to say yet when i say it its trully what i want to say.
its that time of year were i want to spend time with the prescious few ,for a prescious few,
its that time of year when u wish THAT time could be a year, when u wish those few hours or days cld be the brocken record of ur life , the beautiful record, the soothin record, the lasting record.
