Lines

I stare at the lines on your face
Remembering stories of heartache
Oh the battlefields come undone and all the war wounds you've won
I think they’re beautiful
Here I am at 42
Don't look back now there was nothing we could do
And all the memories fade away, but our lines are here to stay. So, I'll think they’re beautiful
Time moves on and some of us are gone
SO please embrace the lines on your face
Think of them as beautiful
Time moves on and some of us are gone
SO I'll embrace all the lines on my face
I'll think of them as beautiful