Wednesday, April 28, 2010

It was the night...

I could move you with my fingertips
I could feel you in the air
I could hear a hear beat skip
And touch your soul in despair

There were always so many possibilities
Like chances came out of nowhere
There was no insane politics
Everything seemed to be so fair

I can't remember the night when it all happened
And the morning sun would never be the same
Happy people appear all saddened
And my high head now walks in shame

I do remember a few things
That I had a few songs to sing
I think I have something to confide
That it was the night when my songs died

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