I had a dream, you were there † We met in a familiar place † As the sound of seagulls filled the air † † † The wind gently blowing your hair We walked along the shore without a trace † † I had a dream, you were there
We reminisce of the secrets we share † † Holding each other like leather and lace As the sound of seagulls filled the air† † I was captivated with this affair †† † Hanging on to memories without disgrace † I had a dream, you were there
Is it the sacrifice of motherhood Is it something we say Is it a feeling we misunderstood Is it someone we canít live without Is it desire or passion Is it trust or doubt Is it emotional or a mental state Is it a hand nailed to a cross Or is it the reason why we hate
As we travel across this ocean of life We shared all the red skies at night It wasnít the love, but the way we unite Sometimes we drifted off course With red skies in the morning We held on until a new day dawning This friendship sailed with sails tattered and worn It wasnít the wind, but the faithful oar Hand in hand we walk upon the shore
I stand where the ocean meets the sand As I cry one foot is wet the other is dry My Heart is in the middle my soul tears me apart A sunrise is filled with the warmth of your eyes A sunset is filled with darkness and regrets If I disappear the truth will become clear If I stand tall thereís no evidence of the fall I can no longer live my mind cannot forgive Do I let go or surrender to the ebb and flow I stand where the ocean meets the sand
The older I get the less I place a value on wealth. Itís seems that the things I once considered valuable doesnít really seem valuable anymore. However the sentimental value of things can bring more satisfaction and comfort than all the money in the world.
I have an old pocket watch that my grandfather gave me when I was 10 years old. I carry this watch still today. The watch hasnít ran for the past 50 years. At the end of each day as I pull the watch from a pair of faded Leviís, it still keeps time. A time of memories with my grandfather and life on his farm. These childhood...
Life here on a farm isnít always what it seems Especially when your silo is full of broken dreams † I walk down one row and back up again † Like a arrow on a bow with seeds I sow I talk to a scarecrow with a tears in his eye The birds gather all around and never seem to fly
Sometimes... I always never understand † Sometimes... I can relate † † She walks through the pumpkins and calls herself baby girl † Says sheís a daddyís girl and she was her mamaís pearl † Talks to voices that echoes from a field of stone ...
Even though I never said goodbye I guess you took it that way Youíre like all the dreams that we shared You mysteriously faded away I hope your smile and the passion in your love Is still one in the same
Now your love is something I didnít wanna to lose I understand that itís a hard choice to make Your love was magical I canít seem to let go I hope your old man feels the same... So long as thereís no one to blame.
Memories are souvenirs thatís always there Lost between midnight and a morning star Like the...
What day was it Back then Was it all in a summerís day Your body was next to mine Your ear against my heart beating away Please tell me it was more than a gesture Two pinkies interlocking holding tight I never really wanted to let go Your not here to kiss goodnight I miss that old farm and softness of your face † If I could just go back for awhile † I hope youíre something time doesnít erase