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Dance Of Roses
Writting by Joshua Leroy Carr. He wrote this for me. And I want to share it with everyone.
The darkness threatens to engulf me in its never ending embrace.
As I sit here and think of the past that U have tried to erase.
I wonder what which of my demons will win the race.
Age is the only thing keeping me from my saving grace.
As I lay here and dream of her delicately beauitful face.
The eyes of an angel and the smile to match.
I cannot help but see that her and I are the perfect match.
Her wings open and she takes to the sky.
And I silently wonder what it's like to fly.
Her skin is as soft as the moonlight on the flowers of night.
Floating on the cluds so soft and white like silk on a fine summer night.
Her laughter huants me to my soul.
Because my heart knows it cannot reach its goal.
To be in the clouds up so high.
She makes me think that I can fly.
Taking her hand and let her lead.
But I cannot let my heart wonder.
Because as I look on it harder.
To watch from a distance and never know the wonder
Of her loving embrace.
And so I move to join.
The long dance of roses gathering on the coin.
Of hope left in the heart of darkness eveloping them in its neverending embrace.
The darkness threatens to engulf me in its never ending embrace.
As I sit here and think of the past that U have tried to erase.
I wonder what which of my demons will win the race.
Age is the only thing keeping me from my saving grace.
As I lay here and dream of her delicately beauitful face.
The eyes of an angel and the smile to match.
I cannot help but see that her and I are the perfect match.
Her wings open and she takes to the sky.
And I silently wonder what it's like to fly.
Her skin is as soft as the moonlight on the flowers of night.
Floating on the cluds so soft and white like silk on a fine summer night.
Her laughter huants me to my soul.
Because my heart knows it cannot reach its goal.
To be in the clouds up so high.
She makes me think that I can fly.
Taking her hand and let her lead.
But I cannot let my heart wonder.
Because as I look on it harder.
To watch from a distance and never know the wonder
Of her loving embrace.
And so I move to join.
The long dance of roses gathering on the coin.
Of hope left in the heart of darkness eveloping them in its neverending embrace.
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