Mar 05, 2005 18:41
the winds of time cloud our mind
to things that should be kept
thoughts once sacred lose the edge
and memories fall out of step
thoughts fade from our heads
and problems that once we'd dread
hearts once kept ever pure
grow dark and fade till dead
with time all these things change
in this world so unsecure
these places nowheres saftey
nowhere silent green and sure
the lofty woodlands
and meedow brookes
and forest, glen, and tree
to each we give a bit of us
but some we give our every lust
our dreams our hopes our wishes too
our pains our troubles that make us blue.
searching and looking for one that will fit
constantly yearning to reach the summit
of a mountain of questions
and a past full of pain
where peace can be reached
where our hearts passion obtained
My heart it is sailing on a magical lake,
to seek out a lady whom I plan to take
on a magical journey
on a walk through the trees
I will wisk her away to a land, make believe
i hate myself my life my name
my face & mind heart & brain
my every poar i wish 2 burn
2 cut & maul my mind N turn
no outwrds marks have long been made
just scars inside my heart & brain
so here i wait & watch the blade
go shining down my arm and leg
& crimson tears i begin 2 shed
dwn my leg & down my head
til all i C S a world bloodied
& all i feel S one dieing need
a woman darkend & always true
a friend a lover a mind it's u
a lady lifted high above
a world that's blackened
with my blood
i know a lady so golden
dark mysterious&pale
wonderous thoughtful&loving
caring N every detail
time spead forward past forgotten
new hope shines through a lauryl wreath
of darkened facies hopes lie deep
N time all dreams complete
a shining dragon lies N wait
for times to come about
when riders joined hand in hand
will flee to a cloudy home
aloft up high&peaceful
happy&content
wishes;no more needed
secrets never kept
so close ur eyes&remember
words spoken so loving
till life be dream enough
to each we give a bit of us
but some we give our every lust
our dreams our hopes our wishes too
our pains our troubles that make us blue.
searching and looking for one that will fit
constantly yearning to reach the summit
of a mountain of questions
and a past full of pain
where peace can be reached
where our hearts passion obtained
My heart it is sailing on a magical lake,
to seek out a lady whom I plan to take
on a magical journey
on a walk through the trees
I will wisk her away to a land, make believe