Sunday, June 5, 2011

Dry Your Tears

When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land
A breeze will play in your thoughts
For a hundred years
All the flower's hearts will ache to stand
And watch the leaves
Dry my tears

Apart from the cobwebs spun in my name forevermore
You may perhaps believe I roamed
In and out of sorrow
Yet if I could make you see heretofore
You would know I only cried
The tears I borrowed

When your fingers dare to take the wilderness from this land
I will spin cobwebs in your name
For a hundred years
Your heart will always ache to stand
So you can find the leaves
To dry your tears
Get Paid To Promote, Get Paid To Popup, Get Paid Display Banner

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...