Post by Esme on Mar 19, 2007 22:43:19 GMT -5
The soft tunes of my music box does play
telling me twill be alright to say
how my heart bleed.
The music touches me, with its gentle hand
telling me to keep strong, to keep stand
as my tears keep falling
Shattering by my finger tips, jewels beging to fade
as the scents of power begans to relay
back to its owners hands.
Left alone in the shadows of night
seeking out the hands that could give me light
To show me the way out...
But none can be found, not here in my wake
As blood drips, and my words break
I can not find it..
So... My music box sings..
And I can no longer lean
To its gentle embrace
For I want his arms around me..
His body alone can control me...
He can once again, make me feel whole...
telling me twill be alright to say
how my heart bleed.
The music touches me, with its gentle hand
telling me to keep strong, to keep stand
as my tears keep falling
Shattering by my finger tips, jewels beging to fade
as the scents of power begans to relay
back to its owners hands.
Left alone in the shadows of night
seeking out the hands that could give me light
To show me the way out...
But none can be found, not here in my wake
As blood drips, and my words break
I can not find it..
So... My music box sings..
And I can no longer lean
To its gentle embrace
For I want his arms around me..
His body alone can control me...
He can once again, make me feel whole...