Like autumn leaves upon the river
and icebergs in the spring
I'm a captive of the current
driven by anothers whim
It seems I am adrift again
once more carried by the wind
with no anchor chains to hold me
nor ropes to bind me in
Will there ever be stability
within this soul of mine
will I ever find the one
that becomes the tie that binds
Sep 3, 2010
Sep 3, 2010 at 4:37 PM UTC
Like autumn leaves upon the river
and icebergs in the spring
I'm a captive of the current
driven by anothers whim
It seems I am adrift again
once more carried by the wind
with no anchor chains to hold me
nor ropes to bind me in
Will there ever be stability
within this soul of mine
will I ever find the one
that becomes the tie that binds
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