"I would rather die living, than live dying"

Sunday, May 2, 2010

a smile

Tell her I'll be waiting
in my usual place
I'm tired and weary
feels like theres no escape
Until I see her face

when you love a woman
the rich get poor
the strong get weak
like words I can't find
like a feeling I can't hide

when she is running with me
my restless heart inside it pounds
near her my storms are breaking
running like colors in a painting
like the blue ocean all around

something is breaking so it seems
in the middle of a storm thats raging
like my life resurrected by her smile
a safe place for me to be for awhile
so let her smile