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08-04-2012, 11:01 AM
Ain't this true love that all of us are searching for.......
Walking Her Home by Mark Schultz
Looking back He sees it all It was her first date the night he came to call Her dad said son Have her home on time And promise me you'll never leave her side He took her to a show in town And he was ten feet off the ground [Chorus] He was walking her home And holding her hand Oh the way she smiled it stole the breath right out of him Down that old road With the stars up above He remembers where he was the night he fell in love He was walking her home Ten more years and a waiting room At half past one And the doctor said come in and meet your son His knees went weak When he saw his wife She was smiling as she said he's got your eyes And as she slept he held her tight His mind went back to that first night [Chorus] He walked her through the best days of her life Sixty years together and he never left her side A nursing home At eighty-five And the doctor said it could be her last night And the nurse said Oh Should we tell him now Or should he wait until the morning to find out But when they checked her room that night He was laying by her side Oh he was walking her home And holding her hand Oh the way she smiled when he said this is not the end And just for a while they were eighteen And she was still more beautiful to him than anything He was walking her home He was walking her home Looking back He sees it all It was her first date the night he came to call 
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08-04-2012, 11:03 AM
Shabby fate....
The A-Team by Ed Sheeran White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cause we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cause we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't wanna go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries They scream The worst things in life come free to us And we're all under the upperhand Go mad for a couple grams And we don't wanna go outside tonight And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly To fly, fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to die
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08-04-2012, 06:56 PM
Loathsome I've become.
A creature so undome. Wretched and broken. I Cannot find my faith. Any God will do. Nothing said is new Nothing said is true. Fly away my hope. My Dying Bride truly burns my fire ;p
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08-05-2012, 09:29 AM
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salvation or sacrifice? We all run and we hide but the memories reminisce suicide This bleeding soul is lost in an unmarked grave, wretched for father time I know that no martred saviour will ever come to save me from my phlight No more fear, No more pain No more faith to hold in ransom No more fear, No more shame No more faith to hold in ransom Candles burn on winter fields as roses bloom and chariots chases the light Angels hover in mud and filth; some demons can never be exercized I've turned the other cheek to sycophants and fools too many times The salt of the world never raped these eyes - walk on water to test the tide No more fear, No more pain No more faith to hold in ransom No more fear, No more rage No more faith to hold in ransom Candles burn on winter fields as roses bloom and chariots chases the light The salt of the world never raped these eyes - walk on water to test the tide No more fear, No more pain No more faith to hold in ransom No more fear, No more hate No more faith to hold in ransom A dead rose wails for light Blossomed, reincarnated, divine A dead rose wails for light this might suit you......  
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