Dec 27, 2004 14:13
I
sit here and listen to the sounds of life around me. The intricate
sounds of a well played guitar, and a matching bass, followed by drums.
Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared… saying don't be afraid
Come on baby… and she had no fear
And she ran to him… then they started to fly
They looked backward and said good bye… she had become like they are
She had taken his hand… she had become like they are
Come on baby… don't fear the reaper