Monday, 14 April 2014

One begins to read between the pages of a book.....

Coming back to me
You came to stay and live my way
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind
You always say you won't go away
But I know what it always has been
It always has been
Still I'll take a chance and see 
I found someone to love today 
There's a sorrow in his eyes 
Like the angel made of tin 
What will happen if I try 
To place another heart in him 
How I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
 year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here....

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