Singed Wings. . .
Sometimes you must be confused,
Lost without a clue. . .
From all of the faces
I�ve shown to you.
And some days must rue, all of the changes
I�ve put through.
It must be hard to understand
That four seasons lie within my hand
A tempest that no one Can tame or command.
We both know it well;
That I�m your heaven and your hell.
I�m the cold breath of winter,
The daisies in the spring,
The fire in your heart,
An angel with singed wings.
But my moods must get old;
I can appear so very heartless and cold
You must be relieved when I reveal,
That my heart can truly love and feel.
When I�m alone, I often cry.
I think about us and feel so bad.
And I wonder how to show you
That you�re the best thing I�ve ever had.
I wish I could tell you how much I care
And explain how good it feels to know you�re there.
And more than anything, I wish I could be
Everything you�ve ever wanted of me.
Remember when I�m going to extremes,
That no matter how distant I seem,
You�ll always be my greatest dream.
I�ve never met someone so caring and strong,
And I�ll love you my whole life long.
I�ll always be here with arms open wide
Your singed angel with my softer side. |
