Tumultuous Archived

Black and blue memories turn to sunset; All of the craziness that we’ve survived, it’s like I’ve been branded by our secret; So many roller coasters we just thrived, as long as we rode down them together; The tumultuous my heart has archived; We aren’t exactly birds of a feather, but two sets of wings still fly parallel; Painting the sky in all types of weather; My body reflects that rock solid spell, those faded colors now a rebel yell.