Waking up to the sounds of a church bell ring,
Opening my eyes to a women's voice sing.
Today I know what will be waiting,
Full of loneliness, full of hating.
As tears pour down my face,
Searching for a sign, searching for a trace.
I love him so, oh very much,
For his face, I cannot touch.
My heart is lifting, flying, soaring,
It's as loud as a lion roaring.
Although I start to weep and cry,
I know it is time to spread my wings and fly.
I must forget, that's what I'll do,
When I'm gone, I'll still think of you.
 He_Luvs_Me_Not · Sat Jun 30, 2007 @ 02:41am · 0 Comments |
