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Angel
Sept 16, 2003 0:05:38 GMT -5
Post by Placidfemme on Sept 16, 2003 0:05:38 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]When love is gone, as every time before, I get lost.
When I am lost, as every time before, I search.
When I search, as every time before, I cry.
When love is gone, as every time before, it's time to move on.
Moving on sounds so easy, but it's a concept, that's harder than one thinks.
Sometimes quick, and sometimes slow, sometimes I'll admit, I don't even know.
Moving on is so hard, but it is something, that must always be done.
Looking through the past, and fighting through the present, I turn a blind eye, and a scared heart, that's beginning to scar, towards everything.
Then comes the music, the music that calls us all, and I falter. And I fall. And I cry. And I let go.
But, this time, I know. I have hands holding me up, I have tears to cry, but people to wipe them away.
To them, what can I say? To them, what thanks could I give? To them, they are everything that I need right now.
I let go, and let the wind carry me. I let go, and let the music carry me. In the arms of an angel? Once before, many times.[/glow]
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