If you were the sky Then I'd be the sea And when you shined bright It would reflect in me. When you're at rest Then I am steady. If you wanna get rough I'm always ready. Past closing at the bars If you show me the stars I'll open right up And cast them out far. And on the darkest night If you won't shine a light. Then I'm silent alongside you Until you feel right. We'll meet at the horizon Where lovers will stare And wonder with passion Why they can't meet there. And you'll share me a kiss As bright as two suns. When they meet in the middle I'll know the days done. And I can tell that's your way of saying to me. Goodnight my love. If you were the sky and I were the sea.
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The winds whisper tales of far away lands Of palaces, seas and beaches with sands Of kings, of queens and brass marching bands The eagles sing about the heavens above But my favorite tale is the one from the dove She tells me of a land far far away And what a little girl saw one morning in May Sally wandered through the park Though it was getting dark And she saw over there A lady with feathers in her hair She thought it odd that There were feathers but no hat So sally asked why And was answered with a sigh The hat is still there It is you who cannot see Or perhaps you simply Cannot believe It’s alright child You’ll grow up soon Sally was puzzled And very confused She glanced away While she mused When she turned back her gaze Sally was quite amazed The woman with feathers In her hair Was no longer there
... In my heart I've killed a thousand men. The anger was once so uncontrollable all I could do was lash out at those who cared for me.. The ones who raised me.. The women who loved me.. The friends who looked to me to lead them.. The sadness was once unbearable.. The guilt was once unbearable.. The pain seemed as though it would never go away..
Insignificant passers by the ugly smiles and disappointed sighs mildew rests upon a log fallen from the rising fog which clears off when the sun does grow and shines down on your eyes and nose the face's change the mood does too the time has come to power through bass line stomping to your brain electric vibes rush through your veins children appear and then the dogs show each too familiar with things they shouldn't know