Sicne last I heard your voice, An image has haunted my dreams. A thick fog, and icy chill, And to stay is a choice. I stay hopeing to find thee, and as I peer, I get a thrill.
I see a girl on the other side And I think she sees me to And as I moved forward She seems so kind I make my way through, Trying to move twords her.
But when I think I've found her another shadow comes forth And though I say I love you I hear nothing in return She walks twords him and further more I think the love untrue.
and though she denies I have to say That deep down inside I think love fades.
Protector of the States · Sat Aug 26, 2006 @ 01:38am · 0 Comments |