Sunday, November 06, 2005

take my hand now, my friend,
and walk with me to the lake,
staring out for the cealing of air,
a small symbol of stars in the night sky
with the moon forgetting its tongue,
i just want to be loved once again,
can you believe in me anymore?

and for the moments we spend,
what is it you need me for,
my soul has been sold,
and my hands are cracked and dried.

and in the starry night
paint me a picture of our life
maybe we could jump right in
and begin again


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