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The RainThe rain came falling down Spreading rhythmic patterns on the roof Through painters' dreams the very sound That taught us all soothThe Rain
Save, the rain, it was that cradles The child in the room next door With the gentle rocking of it's tiny fables ~The father, asleep at the floor
Looking through the sheet stained windows Stares a mother's face so solemn -Breathing every moment of this child born widow For the father lies so calm
It is the rain that taints the fear The lightning to rise suspension The rain that holds a child dear To a hom
by ~ABeautifulPuppet
HomesickHave you ever watched an old time movie and dreamt you were there? Slow moving cars on an open road, with the wind in your hair Nothing to worry about but the next pay check Nothing to wait for behind the days you have leftHomesick
Who here has to wonder about that perfect girl With the ruby read lips, darkest shades, and just the right curl When everything on the radio is exactly what you want to hear To leave your front doors open, just to have nothing to fear
Driving down the road in your red barron camaro Open air sun time with someone you know With the static on the televi
by ~ABeautifulPuppet
She Was BeautifulSometimes, things are exactly what the seem She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen And it was then and there I knew it wasn't to be It was too good to be true, oh, too good for meShe Was Beautiful
She was just like every other girl she said she wasn't She gave me her word that she would stay above it With all the rights and wrongs of being alone I can't believe she would give me hope...
But she was something more, from a dream The wonders I would give to listen to her sing The voice of an angel, the touch of the feather I would've given so much to be there forever &n
by ~ABeautifulPuppet
Questions of LoveHow do you know when to give up When you know screaming in the streets just isn't enough But all of your hopes and dreams Lead you on to one thing And you know you'll never fall in love?Questions of Love
When exactly is it time to give in While under the lamp, you catch your wind But with every breath Was another memory left - The tears that sarround your reasons to live?
And is all of this really okay To go on, living this way With your heart in your hands Torn to pieces again Knowing it could never, ever, be the same
by ~ABeautifulPuppet
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When you think that you've lost everything
You find out that you could always lose a little more
I've been pullin' on down the road, feelin' bad
Trying to get to Heaven before they close the door...
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Nár lagaí Dia do lámh!
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When you think that you've lost everything
You find out that you could always lose a little more
I've been pullin' on down the road, feelin' bad
Trying to get to Heaven before they close the door...
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Nár lagaí Dia do lámh!
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