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| Bleed You said you don�t know me That you didn�t know what you thought Quit using, us, and we or any of these terms What doesn�t matter to me does matter to you Answers to paradigms, were your concerns Well today, maybe I agree Maybe �twas only one that felt loves touch Maybe it was fairytale, mixed with fantasy Even if it was true love, to you, doesn�t matter much At least one heart begs to differ One set of lips, will argue you wrong One �s fingertips felt loves touch At least one singer, sung loves song Truth someday will be known Maybe this love, better left alone, to bleed Tortured souls sing like the whippoorwill Lyric to loves music, they sorely need Often mistaken hearts gather in gloom Confusion will often taint ones picture of love Seems easier to capture the wind Than to sanctify our love from above Gods hand will have to lend An answer to us, the question of we Time now for wait and see Until then, at least one heart, will silently...bleed Copyright � -2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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