Monday, September 24, 2012

For the morrow

Man is a prisoner of his love
he cannont stop its flow
only feel with me...a time
my love...oh, let me show
my faith in you...console
the heart...and wipe the tears
and return my love
and help me through the years alone and cold
I've resigned my heart
for the morrow...prepared it
for the sorrow...when you depart