"What you've been out there searching for forever is in your hands. And when you figure out..."
There's a part of me that's waiting for a knight in shiny ammor and there's a part of me that knows I may have that man. The only problem is that those two parts of me haven't met and shared secrets yet and its causing a stir. If only I could get them in the same room talking.
There's just so much buzzing around; swirling and confusing me. Its been this way for a while and I don't like it. I don't know how much I'll be able to change, but I have to try don't I? Rally up the last energy I have in my body at the end of everyday and find myself. Stir up strength every moment of everyday to figure things out. Struggle day in and day out to lift myself from my bed and find a purpose to myself. push teh heavy weight from my chest and color myself brilliant colors again. Oh, if only I could rest my head for a while.....
In the mean time, there is a man who kisses my hand out of the blue, carreses my forhead, and brushes my hair out of my eyes. He wipes my tears from my eyes and pulls me close to his chest to protect me. There is a man that bears no flowers or candies; who dons no large sign of sweet love or gifts. He says it solely for the fact he loves me. Then there is the woman who has a hard time even grasping these abundant small signs of true affection because she is blind. A woman who fumbles when pitched the ball after a year in the private room and slumps her head at the inclination of melancholy. This woman, who loves this man so deearly, needs to learn to :sigh:.....
There's just so much buzzing around; swirling and confusing me. Its been this way for a while and I don't like it. I don't know how much I'll be able to change, but I have to try don't I? Rally up the last energy I have in my body at the end of everyday and find myself. Stir up strength every moment of everyday to figure things out. Struggle day in and day out to lift myself from my bed and find a purpose to myself. push teh heavy weight from my chest and color myself brilliant colors again. Oh, if only I could rest my head for a while.....
In the mean time, there is a man who kisses my hand out of the blue, carreses my forhead, and brushes my hair out of my eyes. He wipes my tears from my eyes and pulls me close to his chest to protect me. There is a man that bears no flowers or candies; who dons no large sign of sweet love or gifts. He says it solely for the fact he loves me. Then there is the woman who has a hard time even grasping these abundant small signs of true affection because she is blind. A woman who fumbles when pitched the ball after a year in the private room and slumps her head at the inclination of melancholy. This woman, who loves this man so deearly, needs to learn to :sigh:.....