if i had the heart to love, i would love to be above, shining down on my sweetheart...
star shine bright from places that would take ages to reach, gods greatest art...
the light shines so softly, it brings out your eyes and other such sweet sayings...
wish i could sing so i could serenade you the love i hope my hearts conveying...
i wish the melody of us together would harmonize with angels singing for god up high...
i wish the destiny of us, forever in our eyes would dance like the moon do at midnight...
why am i darkness for your light? the bitter for your sweet? the raven for your dove?...
i wish the wishes of mine of you and i would come true, wish i had the heart to love...
-complicated wishes-
funkadelic grassroots... one love
6.09.2005
6.05.2005
the days pass by, grace thus fly, once where there was a river of tears is a face gone dry...
wont you stay with me sweet lady, wont you dare to try to stop me from acting shy...
trying to be subtle, my words kind of mumbled, know that it is the mighty that will stumble...
as the weak grow strong and strong grow complacent, my simple mind is being crumbled...
just as this accent of mine, with the inevitable passing of time will become as ancient as wine...
from the days when jesus began his actions divine, sweet water drops beyond the confined...
so it is those days of idle bliss that i will miss, with you sweet lady standing by my hips...
like the ecstasy that made us trip, you played a trick when you sent me with one final kiss..
blowing me away sweetly to the stormy seas, facing the painful music with its faceless thunder...
you were the greatest lover, the love that made me wonder when passion would take us under...
-grace thus fly-
wont you stay with me sweet lady, wont you dare to try to stop me from acting shy...
trying to be subtle, my words kind of mumbled, know that it is the mighty that will stumble...
as the weak grow strong and strong grow complacent, my simple mind is being crumbled...
just as this accent of mine, with the inevitable passing of time will become as ancient as wine...
from the days when jesus began his actions divine, sweet water drops beyond the confined...
so it is those days of idle bliss that i will miss, with you sweet lady standing by my hips...
like the ecstasy that made us trip, you played a trick when you sent me with one final kiss..
blowing me away sweetly to the stormy seas, facing the painful music with its faceless thunder...
you were the greatest lover, the love that made me wonder when passion would take us under...
-grace thus fly-
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