If there's a cloud over me, tell it to depart,
And that I don't need it to carry me along,
Storms have flooded over me for the last time,
Now I'll stand under the sun where I belong
At first I did not know what I was up against,
I backed down when I felt my deepest fears,
I knew I would gain nothing from the skies of dust,
That had settled over me from many loveless years
If I could see the light unfold before my eyes,
Than I would surely come to rest upon its glow,
It is not my love the clouds conceal from me,
But the truth inside that the sun already knows
Just when the clouds lifted their knives of storms,
And prepared to stab me without feeling remorse,
She opened my eyes and cleared a new way to venture,
Where the sun turned gold upon this unexpected course
Now that I love her there ain't no going back,
To storms that shattered eyes and felt no shame,
I recall feeling memories drown against my eyes,
Like a dying poet's love becoming silent and tame
No longer will clouds dictate my love for her,
They imitate heaven but they are really guards,
Imprison my affections with no more than fear,
But the sun from shackles breaks through the bars
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
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