Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
When you're in the middle of nowhere and wondering why,
When you just don't know what to
I start my journey on having faith
That someday I'll find my day
I know this day
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
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The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted hi
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
