Look at me,
I'm tired and worn.
If things come full circle
Will I be reborn?
Is it too late
To whisper my soul to the stars?
Maybe reaching for heaven
Is reaching too far.
The cat has its fiddle
The dish has its spoon
I'd like to run away
With the man in the moon.
The saints say to fast
But religion won't last
The world's moving past
The dice that were cast.
If there's a hell below
I'd rather not know-
It's too late to change
Too hard to lose rage.
So here I am
Me, myself and I
And I cry myself a lullaby.
Hinder
It's really good to hear your voice
Saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
He never thought it would come down this hard. It was just a gentle patter when he had descended the flights of stairs to the grounds below. Now it drowned out the outside din of vehicles, people and music playing from the nearby building interior. Nothing else would pierce the wet applause of rain but the beating of his own heart, audible and almost deafening in his own head. The steady hammering k
A Walk To Remember Quote by cullenlvr2012, literature
Literature
A Walk To Remember Quote
Love is always patient and kind
it is never jealous
Love is never boastful nor conceded
it is never rude or selfish
It does not take offense
it is not resentful
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins
but delights in the truth
It is always ready to excuse
to trust
to hold
and to endure whatever comes