Right person, wrong time…
Right person, wrong time, a bittersweet find,
A rainbow that’s hidden where storm clouds align.
You cherish its glow, though the storm still stays,
And quietly hope for brighter days.
Right person, wrong time, a bittersweet find,
A rainbow that’s hidden where storm clouds align.
You cherish its glow, though the storm still stays,
And quietly hope for brighter days.