I wish I had all the answers to my questions ... life is just an enigma and everyday is a surprise ...
Saloman hung down her head
Laid bare her heart for the world to see
She craved for intimacy
Through the darkened doors
Her aspect veiled with indecision
Gazed out to sea
She craved lucidity
Cast adrift from past relationships in her life
Hoisted up the ideal
This was her saving grace
Sea's of rage
That once assailed her concern for the truth
Had past her by
And left her high and dry
In her saviors arms
In her saviors arms
In her saviors arms
Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
Where you will see
The whole cause of your loneliness
Can be measured in dreams
That transcend all these lies
and I wish and I pray
That there may come a day for a saviors arms
for a saviors arms
for a saviors arms
for a saviors arms
2 comments:
I have no savior and no arms can comfort me in my quest.
teresa
The lighthouse beam brings my thoughts back to earth while the sea becomes the stage for a wonderful moon that fills these magic nights of my unique life. The atmosphere is crammed with words that have been left unspoken, and this ambiguity leads me to breathe in the mystery of the universe and its creation.
I have always abandoned myself to the wind, the ocean waves and the Moon. I never rationalize my decisions or listen to advice; I simply push forward without thinking too much. Having to cope all my life with the overwhelming influence of people around me killing any initiative, I had to fight hard, never taking anything for granted, keeping cool as much as possible.
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