~I can feel your tears~
My heart is filled with silence and longing,
but I can`t have you
My thougts is calling out your name
but you can`t hear me anymore
I can taste your lips, and smell your skin..
But the only thing I can really feel..
Is the cold flow of your salty tears,
in the palm of my naked hand
By Christel Bro
:: Still waiting ::
He is waiting for her in the darkness, silent
he is wispering her name
He is waiting for her in the light from a torch, longing
to feel her silky skin against his rough hands
He is waiting for her in his cold world, crying
out his love, but she dont hear him
He is waiting for her, but as she comes towards him,
the image of her slowly disappear
Lonely and filled with sadness he is still waiting,
for another vision, and hope this time,
she will become true...
:: The Walk Of Life ::
In the walk of life, there is many hills to climb, some big, some small.
On the way you find pretty flowers, some smells good, some have thorns.
Your world tears apart, no reason to live on, sad but true sometimes.
If you wait you`ll find a little diamond, smooth, without sharp edges.
Then your life will begin again. That`s the walk of life.