He saw you with his tired eyes,
Yes he did,
He saw you with his tired eyes,
Yes he did,
He saw you with his tired eyes,
Looked up and saw the bluer skies,
As if he had grown the wings to fly,
And as if his heart would never die
He reached for you with shackled arms,
Yes he did,
He reached for you with shackled arms,
Yes he did,
He reached for you with shackled arms,
No chains too heavy to cause him harm,
Even the dungeons don't stir alarm,
Because he escaped within your arms
He marched for you with worn down feet,
Yes he did,
He marched for you with worn do feet,
Yes he did,
He marched for you with worn down feet,
To shooting stars that do not repeat,
That did not quit his old heartbeat,
And sent the sullen night into retreat
He waits for you with his longing heart,
He still does,
He waits for you with his longing heart,
He still does,
He waits for you with his longing heart,
Love did not grant him a running start,
And you two may've landed far apart,
But in the right place rests his heart
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
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