When dark clouds over the hills,
Storm sweeping in early autumn,
A horror of sodden valley fills,
As the crooked spire through the town
I mutter to myself upon the country ills-
The strong winds burst from time to time.
On the world’s faintest hope that someone as commited a crime.
Nature’s dark side never leads now-
Even optimism and dishearten cause a frown.
Off I go along the mountain alone.
With gusts and winds down they go,
Storms are formed from how we feel:
You said life’s too short and no one tells you they love you. I don’t have to be with you to tell you I love you. I know you will be there waiting! Even if I am not there soon I’ll be waiting.
I will do anything for love,
I will do anything for you
I hope you understand that,
I will do almost every thing
You are the one who means so much.
When I’ll be coming home
Looking deep into those eyes
Not wanting to see Wicked tears
Hoping we have many more happy year.
Just remember I’ll be coming home.
Look around for the one
The one who guides you
Through life and gives
Spirit of happiness all round
Sometimes Life should give you what not what you need. Everyone deserves to be treated with respect and love.
Please let me know that you got me
Hold my hand and walk with me
Stop me falling and be there
How the hell am I suppose to know
I’m blinded by the faulty eyes.
Tonight I know what you mean
Loving is the same.
I know we will never have the history
But the loving will drive us insane.
We can have the echoes recoiling.