Time Doesn't Always Heal: It Just Breathes And Swallows Memories Like The

Seasons Change - Sending Showers; Beating Flowers Into The Mud. And Nothing Is

Forever In This Place. Nothing But The Way My Heart Fits In Your Hands; The

Held Breath Of Hope; And The Sweet Lingering Taste Of Grace. ("how Blessed We

Are For Crying Now, For We Will Laugh Someday…and How.")