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| Rebecca |
Wednesday, 27 August 2014
Thursday, 21 August 2014
My Light
If the sun never chose
To shine on our home,
It's alright;
You are my light, and
If the clouds never broke,
And the air always cold,
Never mind;
I'll be alright;
You are my light...
You led me by the hand
Into a world that was not mine;
I was afraid because
My love had been taken;
The fabric of my former life
Was fraying but...
If the sun never chose
To shine on our home,
It's alright;
You are my light, and
If the clouds never broke,
And the air always cold,
Never mind;
I'll be alright;
You are my light...
To shine on our home,
It's alright;
You are my light, and
If the clouds never broke,
And the air always cold,
Never mind;
I'll be alright;
You are my light...
You led me by the hand
Into a world that was not mine;
I was afraid because
My love had been taken;
The fabric of my former life
Was fraying but...
If the sun never chose
To shine on our home,
It's alright;
You are my light, and
If the clouds never broke,
And the air always cold,
Never mind;
I'll be alright;
You are my light...
If the world doesn't choose
Either me or my family,
I don't care now because
I have found my riches
In the feeling in your eyes now;
I am fine now...
If the sun never chose
To shine on our home,
It's alright;
You are my light, and
If the clouds never broke,
And the air always cold,
Never mind;
I'll be alright;
You are my light...
To shine on our home,
It's alright;
You are my light, and
If the clouds never broke,
And the air always cold,
Never mind;
I'll be alright;
You are my light...
There is no such thing,
No such thing
As a mistake here
In this life;
Everything is a light;
Everything is a light...
Monday, 18 August 2014
Thursday, 24 July 2014
Friday, 18 July 2014
Thursday, 17 July 2014
Dying Embers
Why can’t you look into his eyes
When you gaze deeply into mine?
It’s never pretty when you cry;
It’s never pretty…
I am confused by this adverse attraction
To watch the light in you die just a fraction
Every time…
I stay close by your side;
Take your warmth, take your pride;
I remain and I search for the answer…
I am a child born of love,
But the last embers are dying,
As I watch you softly crying
By the stove…
Why can’t you look into his eyes
When you gaze deeply into mine?
It’s never pretty when you cry;
It’s never pretty…
Friday, 4 July 2014
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