Pieces of broken pottery

Take my hand and walk with me
leave the fleeting memories behind
We'll make a pact to forget
a pact to let the memories fragment
like pieces of broken pottery
swept away by an unseen broom
We'll leave the pieces behind
and pick up where we left off
Times have changed
but we remain the same
A little more battered
a little more bruised
but still the little girl and boy
who fell in love so long ago
There are others out there
to whom we are the broken pottery
but that won't matter
If you take my hand
we will walk on together