Down cobblestone streets I make my way. Past the limestone church. It's a beautiful day. Singing birds on the old oak tree are perched.
Today I'm looking for a dream I left behind. Silent and still I travel around. Searching for what I'll find.Yet all is quiet, ner even a sound.
Brused and battered yet traveling on. I knew right from the start.Never is all hope gone. When you hold my heart.
Night is falling yet still I search everywhere. Searching for my dreams. Searching for someone to care. Still nothing is as it seems.
Battered and brused I take my tired body home. I hope tomorrow I find you. I don't want to be alone. Yet tell me what else can I do?
I guess I'll search and search. Until I find you.........
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-01-19 05:07:41
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