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Nov 12, 2006 17:23

That Star.
Seems she’s falling again
but this time,
but this time,
not for me.

No use is no use I guessed, whispering to her father, the son.
He shook his head, sighed and told me I did everything
I could, “some girls are just fickle.”

but I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!
& now I must carry this cross.

and when you can’t walk
from your fall from above
I will carry you.
or stay with you when I’m tired.

Remember when all I could do was think and dream of you?
Or when we were together and I couldn’t help myself?
I really loved it. I would’ve stayed in you arms all day

But now we’re on our way
Put one foot in front of the other
That’s how sister gets
where she’s going

And we’re going to see god
He lives up on that mountain
that’s what Brother Thomas told us
and we want to see him

I can’t help myself
Now all I do, with churning stomach in hand,
Is is wish that there’s a lucky star up there for me.
‘cos I can’t see it being you anymore

So
Forgive me the blood on your wrists
And Forgive me my sins.
‘Cos every one bleeds
Nobodies that perfect

but I would still go and get that star
bring her back to you,
and I wouldn't change
a thing.
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