A long night meant for dreaming, was spent wondering what went wrong. A sad song meant for singing, has been suffering all night long, Between these empty bottles on the table, and a few things I took for my nerves I’ve been able to prove without a doubt, that a fool always gets about what he deserves I don’t know what became of the future we planed, or how it came to be a thing of the past Don’t it seem that the most treasured dreams, are the ones that never last And love never takes us high enough, to rise above the pain We’re either walking thru the fire, or standing in the rain Walking thru the fire, standing in the rain The flames are burning higher, and the skies are turning grey again And if the promise of love to save us, proves as hopeless as it seems You can find me sifting thru these ashes, for some traces of my dreams And tonight the fires are burning, and the skies are turning grey Am I the fool, who’s never learning, how to walk away And if love never takes me high enough, to rise above the pain You can find me, sifting thru these ashes, for some traces of my dreams A PENNY TO THE FIRST PERSON WHO CAN NAME THE PERSON WHO AUTHORED THESE LYRICS!
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 04:18:42 +0000
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