Sitting atop a broken hill
laughing as dark music played.
She looked allot lot like you,
not timid or afraid.
Smokey air falling softly,
As heaven and hell were set free
echoes of one good love
singing, "maybe one day it will be".
Clouds of thunder rolling by,
eyes toward a magic sky.
sun and moon all a blur,
moaning wind,
shivering sea,
iron heart made soft by thee,
singing, "maybe one day it will be".
from the first day,
to the last,
born without you,
and sinking fast.
a ship alone... yet alive, and free
singing, "maybe one day it will be”
PSS...
A little background...
(I was at an outdoor concert that night.An ominous black storm was brewing on the horizon, and I was wishing so deeply that she was there with me. Then I saw a beautiful girl who looked just like her, laughing, and enjoying the music, the night, and time with her friends. So...this short song was born. It's melody rings like her voice in my ear.)
2007-06-07
06:44:18
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