frostyangel
Bluelighter
Raising out an arm for help to see the truths of this conviction,
of destiny...Remembering the ounces of each wings feather.
The pourest of any color that was ever seen, I looked up at
the sun different today, memerized by the lift of your smile.
Not struggling so much for each mile that lies ahead.
Handing out the second arm, as the support became even
as the sun fell, beneath the clouds, And the shapes changed.
I turned my head to left, feeling weightless, but full of encouraging
emotions. I wanted to leap. Knowing that I would land on my
feet. Without breaking a wing.
I looked up at the stars so many times inbetween the conversation,
that couldn't end up in your eyes. Lights of the night. Can I reach out
and connect, the journeys, possibilities. And here I wait for them to
fall to my level, maybe that strong interest is because they are so
untouchable. Never to hold and to see the real truth that lies within
them.
Moving around doing a dance that seems all to familar. And I began
to lose faith, when you didn't show up around the corner. I felt the excitement
that I wasted on sitting here, wrinkling my feathers, to find happiness again,
smurking inside. Telling myself I should of known better. Fooled only myself
again.
But that is just what the last movement of my life had left me with. And as
the wind takes my weight away towards the arms of might be stronger than
mine, I feel free. And the senses of all my direction are taking on by the
warmth of that ones' lips. And in a wink of this eye, I'll take off through the
nite.
Coming back to reality.........when the differences of time have met my needs.
of destiny...Remembering the ounces of each wings feather.
The pourest of any color that was ever seen, I looked up at
the sun different today, memerized by the lift of your smile.
Not struggling so much for each mile that lies ahead.
Handing out the second arm, as the support became even
as the sun fell, beneath the clouds, And the shapes changed.
I turned my head to left, feeling weightless, but full of encouraging
emotions. I wanted to leap. Knowing that I would land on my
feet. Without breaking a wing.
I looked up at the stars so many times inbetween the conversation,
that couldn't end up in your eyes. Lights of the night. Can I reach out
and connect, the journeys, possibilities. And here I wait for them to
fall to my level, maybe that strong interest is because they are so
untouchable. Never to hold and to see the real truth that lies within
them.
Moving around doing a dance that seems all to familar. And I began
to lose faith, when you didn't show up around the corner. I felt the excitement
that I wasted on sitting here, wrinkling my feathers, to find happiness again,
smurking inside. Telling myself I should of known better. Fooled only myself
again.
But that is just what the last movement of my life had left me with. And as
the wind takes my weight away towards the arms of might be stronger than
mine, I feel free. And the senses of all my direction are taking on by the
warmth of that ones' lips. And in a wink of this eye, I'll take off through the
nite.
Coming back to reality.........when the differences of time have met my needs.
