He holds in his hand a picture
He holds in his hands his love
He holds in his heart an image
Of a man who stole his heart.
Rise and fall
As our hearts beat faster
Rise and fall
To the beat of the drum
There are no angels here to guide us
Only hope of what is to come.
And we sway with the wind
Bending like trees
Then e sway with the breeze
Rustling like leaves.
"Farewell, my love." He says.
"Can you hear the sea?"
Hi Mizieya, this is a beautiful dark track. The lyrics read like a love poem. I enjoy your musical creations.
thanks Eric and a belated happy new year to you! I've been really busy with book writing and getting it published and currently working on its sequel. So I thought it would be nice to get back into the musical flow. I hope you are well and this year brings you joy, happiness, completion.
Hi Mizieya, this is a beautiful dark track. The lyrics read like a love poem. I enjoy your musical creations.