It was many springs ago
That she'd light up my path
But what hurts deeper still
Is how many glaciers
Will melt away and then
How many fading stars
Will go icy cold and end
And how long Creator
Oh tell me how long
The aeons will drag so slow
How many harsh winds will blow
Before she lights my way again
I am dying to know
If the way your fingers swept through mine
Was simply an accident
Or if you meant something by it
Is the way I catch you staring at me
Something I make up in my head
Because I want you to be staring at me
I sit here waiting for you to say something
Well why don’t I?
I am nervous
I am shy
I am just a simple guy
Could you love me?
I ‘ll never know unless I try
Move past my insecurities
Build up some confidence
And let my feelings float freely
Because every time we separate
And I still call you ‘just a friend’
It kills me
If our lives were just another test
Would we do better than the rest?
Some of us know the answer but we just guess
We know the answer can be right or just cause stress
We just take the easy way so we have to try less
So in the end we don't really know if we did our best.
Friends and family warned us from the very start
To not write in ink on our fading paper hearts
If we do we can't rewrite or less erase
Theres the danger of running out of writing space
Words of love are written in dark red ink
While the words that hurt slowly begin to sink
It slowly fades the sound of our hearts to our ears
The only other way to reflect on love is in the tears
The tears we cry night and day, sunset to sunrise
Our way of recovery is to just turn the page and dry our eyes
We live and we learn with or without the glory
That love can be another faded fabled love story
Its up to us to find the perfect author
Like the one who wrote with his voice, the Abba father
Lets let his love be written in our thoughts
Let his love mend the tears and holes in our paper hearts.
Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men’s believing.
Road is a river
a Nile of tears
our love has been tainted
by liars and fears
separated by feelings
not miles or years
you've made me a target
for your vile-filled leers
your hostility taunts me
like childhood jeers
and makes me fall, empty
like bottles for beers.
i want to know what it’s like to dance with you.
to move as one
allowing the music draw us closer
with the gravity of the groove we’re cutting
i want to feel the warmth of your body
come in contact with mine
as we push the boundaries
that always seem to dissolve
on the dance floor.
i want feel your hips swivel
in the palms of my hands
as your breath dances across my neck,
your lips brush across my ear
as you lazily spin lyrics aloud in time
and lean your head into mine
feeling and knowing each beat
melting into me