The clouds, the sky,
the blue within.
My heart, my eyes,
looking for a friend.
The sun, the rays,
the warmth that lies beneath.
Her words, her thoughts,
have me talking through my teeth.
The grass, the grenery,
it's dieing this time of year.
My heart, my eyes,
have been nothing but sheding tears.
The water, the lake,
so calming in it's presence.
I'm asking, I'm begging,
for respect and nothing less.
The thunder, the lightening,
the calm before the storm.
It flashes, deep inside,
my heart which is torn.
The rain, the hail,
it pours over the ground.
I'm shaking, I'm breaking,
and there's no one around ...
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 10:15 AM UTC
The clouds, the sky,
the blue within.
My heart, my eyes,
looking for a friend.
The sun, the rays,
the warmth that lies beneath.
Her words, her thoughts,
have me talking through my teeth.
The grass, the grenery,
it's dieing this time of year.
My heart, my eyes,
have been nothing but sheding tears.
The water, the lake,
so calming in it's presence.
I'm asking, I'm begging,
for respect and nothing less.
The thunder, the lightening,
the calm before the storm.
It flashes, deep inside,
my heart which is torn.
The rain, the hail,
it pours over the ground.
I'm shaking, I'm breaking,
and there's no one around ...
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