Heres a town, where God forgot to place,
A kiss for everyone who fell from grace.
Heres a home, where words never spoken,
Are words wasted, bonds never broken.
Heres a girl, who sings to see,
Whispers in the dark, that help me believe.
Heres a man, who holds a flower,
As footsteps echo right on the hour.
And heres a girl, who fell from grace,
Whose tears i still remember
Taste,
Like salty beads which flow down a face,
Of a woman who forgot to live, and instead
Would wait, in the night always searching
For that star to shine, and with it,
Bring life. |
