WHEN I OPEN MY EYES
I LOOK BACK IN TIME
I KNOW I TRIED
FOR SO LONG I CRIED
WISHING YOU WERE MISSING ME
BE STILL, BE STILL

MY DAYS ARE FILLED WITH HOPE
SOMEHOW I HAVE TO COPE
WHEN I OPENED MY EYES
THEN THE FUTURE IS HERE
I KNOW I TRIED
FOR SO LONG I CRIED
WISHING YOU WERE MISSING ME
BE STILL, BE STILL
MY DAYS ARE FILLED WITH HOPE

EVERYWHERE I TURN
YOUR ON MY MIND
I KNOW I HAVE TO COPE
MY DAYS ARE FILLED WITH HOPE
BE STILL, BE STILL
MY DAYS ARE FILLED WITH HOPE
BE STILL

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How I wish I could lay my head
down gently on your thighs,
to make you moan and sigh aloud
and slowly close your eyes.

How I wish I could use my tongue
and give you more than rhyme,
to bring a flush up to your cheek,
of feelings beyond space and time.

How I wish that I could speak
in words of feathered certainty
and so entice your curious mind
to lay down with me for eternity.
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© Pagan Paul (2017)