The Beauty in a Forgotten Day to Day ~ Me
One day something beautiful will take place, and all the world will stop and take notice.
But more importantly every day something beautiful exists and no one notices.
When was the last time you heard anyone say, Damn, I could love her the right way?
When was the last time anyone was interested in loving anyone, anyway?
We let hurry and haste, get too deep in our day to days.
What happened to the days of unbound trust?
When did they turn into moments of unbridled lust?
Why?
What caused the transition from lover, to handler?
When did love change from what we need it to be,
To something everyone else wants to see?
Who am I that I might see?
What is it that we all forgot to be?
Who was it that taught us how not to believe?
We live in a world where no one takes the time to see,
In a world where no one thinks about how it used to be.
I just want to know that I am not alone,
I want to know that someone out there understands the concepts,
Of Truth, Love, and Home.
But more importantly every day something beautiful exists and no one notices.
When was the last time you heard anyone say, Damn, I could love her the right way?
When was the last time anyone was interested in loving anyone, anyway?
We let hurry and haste, get too deep in our day to days.
What happened to the days of unbound trust?
When did they turn into moments of unbridled lust?
Why?
What caused the transition from lover, to handler?
When did love change from what we need it to be,
To something everyone else wants to see?
Who am I that I might see?
What is it that we all forgot to be?
Who was it that taught us how not to believe?
We live in a world where no one takes the time to see,
In a world where no one thinks about how it used to be.
I just want to know that I am not alone,
I want to know that someone out there understands the concepts,
Of Truth, Love, and Home.