How often does it end the way it starts regardless
Of how it all began without the broken hearted
Her spirit lit the room when she walked inside
Smile so big she kept the vibes alive
Her positive mind beat the whining pessimist
Making her a blessing and a gift to the rest of us
Always guessed that she'd travelled big places
Far spaces with the face of a million races
Creates us, shapes us and makes us
Unique so no one can replace us
But in reverse to her harmony history
Is street lifestyle in boxes and wet feet
Sweetness I could not see
Clearly are the trails of her life flies
Like the tracks for a train so I had to mind
I didn't pass judgement time and time again
I freshened up my memory
She like you and me lived and loved but lost her way
She's wishing for a new day
It's on track and she's never astray
This is not how it started it is how it ends
If we take a path that the light don't send
A really thin line separates the two
It could have been me or it could have been you
It's not how it started it is how it ends
If we take a path that the light don't send
A really thin line separates the two
It could have been me or it could have been you
Her hands outstretched she's back with a test
Saying cash for her cause is her one request
And it wouldn't be a matter of acquaintance
If I never listened to her and I didn't have patience
She hadn't eaten in a week was her narrative
Couldn't help that way and be comparative
To those that supplied her and those that provided
Nights full of lows and her days full of highs and
Best of suggestions afterwards I'd make
Her a drink and her plate be it nutrient based
But she shouts out blatant and flat refuses
Healing abuse and began to lose it
Nah good food wasn't top of her list
What was was a hit that I had to dismiss
Understanding that the offer of negotiation
Is failing to apply to this situation
Addiction and desperation's creating
Stone cold actions and heart breaking
Crying out loud as I walked and departed
This is not how it started
This is not how it started it is how it ends
If we take a path that the light don't send
A really thin line separates the two
It could have been me or it could have been you
It's not how it started it is how it ends
If we take a path that the light don't send
A really thin line separates the two
It could have been me or it could have been you
