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Monday, November 22, 2010
@ 9:45 PM This is wat i'm really thinking this few days... ... ... Beneath a veil so cold and deep, I watched you as you deeply sleep The melody of prayer; on the lonely fields, a little light shined I watched as you dreamed You laughed like a child So near, and yet so far - That is the promise of our future That one day, on a green morning, One day, we will make it there Because in this wintered sky We still believe Fields of Hope On the day we were born, we were embraced And now we search for those gentle hands again The melody of prayer; one vanishes, And all begins again; a powerful, painful continuation One day, to that green morning, We'll cross through all these nights Because that is the place each one of us searches for Now, within my own heart, I want to keep you warm So near, and yet so far - In the name of peace Fields of Hope So near, and yet so far - The fields of promise Fields of Hope |
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@ 9:40 PM Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?" You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me? Even though I'm the sacrifice, You won't try for me, not now. Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. I know what you do to yourself, I breathe deep and cry out, "Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?" And if I bleed, I'll bleed, Knowing you don't care. And if I sleep just to dream of you I'll wake without you there, Isn't something missing? |