I want to tell you, Everything, But I'll never, Get the chance, Because, When I see you, (Almost never), The words catch, In my throat, My hands, Won't stop shaking, And when I look at you, Your eyes burn me, Alive.
that sweet orange glow envelops me as it starts to sing its swan song but the night is never too kind for the sunset never gets to finish and its song remains unsung
however, i do not panic; i do not fret i know that the sun will have another chance tomorrow, it will try again it will sing and it will sing for all its worth
be that sunset remain vigilant and tireless sing despite the heavens' determination to **** your voice, sing for them as a song so beautiful the night will remain asleep and darkness cannot overcome you
When submerged There are two outcomes To allow oneself to drown or to Fight for your air But either way The soul will go on It's way a lot further Than you knew