Frank Castle Is Dead

Caught in the middle between «time will heal» and this fear of growing old
We’re fighting to forget while trying to keep hold
Starting over new and maybe we can learn from this
Putting faith in father time, erasing everything we miss
But fro know we laugh together, smile and try to hide
The sorrow that we’re feeling, these are «happy times»
As we kiss the past goodbye, this is the eve of the rest of our lives
So tonight i’ll try to put this all behind