when the days grow old, and the nights go cold
when the moon shines and the sun beams
for happiness your heart screams
thru the candle night gleam....
the picture becomes clear...
you're looking for, what; was once a dream
and ure stuck in the reality
picture seems to go unclear
but there is nothing to fear
for when you turn around, i'd still be there
and where u don't i will still b there
for i am the light that puts an end to yor fears
our relationship is so clear...
that puts an end to all the tears
1 comment:
Lucky the man who you call the 'best human"
really nice one
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