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The billowing curtains,
the sound of the rain,
the cries from my heart
can't relieve the pain.
The sounds of their crying
are washed out by fear,
the cries as they're dying
i still fail to hear.
So i'll lay down my axe,
and pull out my words,
so maybe by trying
i could help quell their crying.
then after this storm,
when all has calmed down,
i can go and start mourning
this morning to come.
I'll cry til tomorrow,
for loss of my love,
i'll cry for the others,
who lost what they loved.
and maybe god watches,
from his seat above.
and maybe god wishes,
that i will find love.
and if so desired,
by god up above,
maybe, while rained on,
i'll meet my true love.
Just like a story,
a book for young kids,
i'll live in a castle,
my heart will be his.
And love'll be my savior,
my knight and my kin,
my love for the taking,
i might shed this skin.
Then, when all is over,
i'll be here again,
writing my story,
without a true pen.
And now as this ends here,
the rain has calmed down.
so maybe just maybe,
i can now sleep sound.
 Your-Angel-Eien · Sat Apr 04, 2009 @ 04:45am · 0 Comments |
