If only,
you could bring back
that spark in your
eyes.
They rarely smile at me,
these days.
You let,
the world pass you by,
while walking in
circles.
Your path turned dark,
long ago.
If only,
you could lay down and
rest your weary
head.
Your thoughts are troubled
these days.
You say,
there is no anchor
to hold you,
down.
But I caught a glimpse of it,
last night.
If only,
I could reach you from
where you are
tonight.
‘Cause your eyes rarely smile
these days.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC
If only,
you could bring back
that spark in your
eyes.
They rarely smile at me,
these days.
You let,
the world pass you by,
while walking in
circles.
Your path turned dark,
long ago.
If only,
you could lay down and
rest your weary
head.
Your thoughts are troubled
these days.
You say,
there is no anchor
to hold you,
down.
But I caught a glimpse of it,
last night.
If only,
I could reach you from
where you are
tonight.
‘Cause your eyes rarely smile
these days.
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