We were strangers
Starting out on a journey
Never dreaming
What we'd have to go through
Now here we are
And I'm suddenly standing
At the beginning with you
No one told me
I was going to find you
Unexpected
What you did to my heart
When I lost hope
You were there to remind me
This is the start
And...
Life is a road and I want to keep going
Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road now and forever
Wonderful journey
I'll be there
When the world stops turning
I'll be there
When the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you
We were strangers
On a crazy adventure
Never dreaming
How our dreams would come true
Now here we stand
Unafraid of the future
At the beginning with you
And...
Life is a road and I want to keep going
Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road, now and forever
Wonderful journey
I'll be there
When the world stops turning
I'll be there
When the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you
I knew there was somebody somewhere
Like me alone in the dark
Now I know my dream will live on
I've been waiting so long
Nothing's gonna tear us apart
And...
Life is a road and I want to keep going
Love is a river, I wanna keep flowing
Life is a road
Now and forever
Wonderful journey
I'll be there
When the world stops turning
I'll be there
When the storm is through
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you
Life is a road and I wanna keep going
Love is a river, I wanna keep going on....
Starting out on a journey
Life is a road and I wanna keep going
Love is river, I wanna keep flowing
In the end I wanna be standing
At the beginning with you.
welcome to my humble all-purpose virtual abode.
seven tears...
Seven tears have
flown into the
river
Seven tears are
runnin' to the sea.
If one day they
reach some distant
waters
Then you'll know
it's sent with
love from me.
Here I stand
head in hand
Lonely like a
stranger on the
shore.
I can't stand this
feeling anymore.
Day by day
this world's all grey
And if dreams were
eagles I would fly
But they ain't
and that's the reason why.
Seven tears have
flown into the
river
. . .
Oh
my darling
oh
my pretty lady
Golden star that
leads to paradise.
Like a river's
running to the ocean
I'll come back to
you fourthousand
miles.
Here I stand
head in hand . . .
Seven tears have
flown into the
river
. . .
Oh
my darling
oh
my pretty lady
. . .
Seven tears have
flown into the
river
. . .
Oh
my darling
oh
my pretty lady
flown into the
river
Seven tears are
runnin' to the sea.
If one day they
reach some distant
waters
Then you'll know
it's sent with
love from me.
Here I stand
head in hand
Lonely like a
stranger on the
shore.
I can't stand this
feeling anymore.
Day by day
this world's all grey
And if dreams were
eagles I would fly
But they ain't
and that's the reason why.
Seven tears have
flown into the
river
. . .
Oh
my darling
oh
my pretty lady
Golden star that
leads to paradise.
Like a river's
running to the ocean
I'll come back to
you fourthousand
miles.
Here I stand
head in hand . . .
Seven tears have
flown into the
river
. . .
Oh
my darling
oh
my pretty lady
. . .
Seven tears have
flown into the
river
. . .
Oh
my darling
oh
my pretty lady
Bayside - Winter...
When winter falls next year,
I’ll be holding on to anything nailed down.
As for being patient,
With fate and all it's getting old.
And my mind is slowly changing.
I’m calling all my oldest friends,
Saying sorry for this mess we’re in.
And I’m waiting, waiting,
For the sun to come and melt this snow,
Wash away the pain and give me back control, control.
An angel got his wings and we'll hold our heads up,
Knowing that he’s fine.
We’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
Should we still set his plate?
Should we still save his chair?
Should we still buy him gifts?
And if we don’t did we not care?
It makes you think about the life you've led,
The shit you’ve done, the things you've said,
And its grounding, grounding.
I’ve been feeling 3 feet tall this month, hardly indestructible,
But the snow melts and the rhythm still goes on.
An angel got his wings and we'll hold our heads up,
Knowing that he’s fine.
We’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
Friends stay side by side.
In life and death you’ve always stole my heart.
You’ll always mean so much to me it’s hard to believe this.
These nights in vans,
These nights in bars,
Don’t mean a thing with empty hearts.
With empty hearts.
An angel got his wings and we'll hold our heads up,
Knowing that he’s fine.
We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
Friends stay side by side.
In life and death you always stole my heart.
You’ve always meant so much to me it’s hard to believe.
So much to me it’s hard to believe.
So much to me it’s hard to believe this.
I’ll be holding on to anything nailed down.
As for being patient,
With fate and all it's getting old.
And my mind is slowly changing.
I’m calling all my oldest friends,
Saying sorry for this mess we’re in.
And I’m waiting, waiting,
For the sun to come and melt this snow,
Wash away the pain and give me back control, control.
An angel got his wings and we'll hold our heads up,
Knowing that he’s fine.
We’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
Should we still set his plate?
Should we still save his chair?
Should we still buy him gifts?
And if we don’t did we not care?
It makes you think about the life you've led,
The shit you’ve done, the things you've said,
And its grounding, grounding.
I’ve been feeling 3 feet tall this month, hardly indestructible,
But the snow melts and the rhythm still goes on.
An angel got his wings and we'll hold our heads up,
Knowing that he’s fine.
We’d all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
Friends stay side by side.
In life and death you’ve always stole my heart.
You’ll always mean so much to me it’s hard to believe this.
These nights in vans,
These nights in bars,
Don’t mean a thing with empty hearts.
With empty hearts.
An angel got his wings and we'll hold our heads up,
Knowing that he’s fine.
We'd all be lucky to have a love like that in a lifetime.
Friends stay side by side.
In life and death you always stole my heart.
You’ve always meant so much to me it’s hard to believe.
So much to me it’s hard to believe.
So much to me it’s hard to believe this.
I guess I'll know when I get there...
Lone Wolf.
As he lays his weary head on a rolled up jacket, nothing but silence of the desert and rustling of tumbleweed for company. Tried as hard as he could, sleep just wouldn't come. Every now and again, He'd find himself staring up into inky black skies.
From a distance, he hears a hawk scream. A smile creeps onto his scarred, worn face. In that moment, he is reminded of the Red Indian Apache's war cry which resembled a scream that of a hawk.
Instantly, he is brought back to his past some twenty odd years ago.
A tattered camp-site stood before him and he looks down to find a smoothbore musket in arm. Scanning his surroundings, he notes the arrival of rival Apache clans upon the horizon. Alerting others to the imminent danger and taking cover, he lies in wait.
Battle drums blare and in less than a minute, the native Apache army was ripped asunder. All survivors were rounded up and put to the firing squad. As the commander shouted the signal, all the survivors screamed in unison the Apache war cry - "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHA!" Just as soon as it began, their screams were ended by a volley of gunshots.
The loner soon returns to the present and is greeted by the hawk taking perch on a tree stump next to him. He recognises the bird, not as a fiend nor foe, but that of a long lost friend. Smiling, he asks, "Come to take me to where you've gone have ye?"
As he lays his weary head on a rolled up jacket, nothing but silence of the desert and rustling of tumbleweed for company. Tried as hard as he could, sleep just wouldn't come. Every now and again, He'd find himself staring up into inky black skies.
From a distance, he hears a hawk scream. A smile creeps onto his scarred, worn face. In that moment, he is reminded of the Red Indian Apache's war cry which resembled a scream that of a hawk.
Instantly, he is brought back to his past some twenty odd years ago.
A tattered camp-site stood before him and he looks down to find a smoothbore musket in arm. Scanning his surroundings, he notes the arrival of rival Apache clans upon the horizon. Alerting others to the imminent danger and taking cover, he lies in wait.
Battle drums blare and in less than a minute, the native Apache army was ripped asunder. All survivors were rounded up and put to the firing squad. As the commander shouted the signal, all the survivors screamed in unison the Apache war cry - "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHA!" Just as soon as it began, their screams were ended by a volley of gunshots.
The loner soon returns to the present and is greeted by the hawk taking perch on a tree stump next to him. He recognises the bird, not as a fiend nor foe, but that of a long lost friend. Smiling, he asks, "Come to take me to where you've gone have ye?"
departure
Momentary jubilation and euphoria turned to anguish and grief...all in a new york minute. An eagle stands perched atop a roof. Further out, a hawk can be seen circling about a patch of buildings. "Old wives' tales" said a lone man to himself as he observed the birds. Pausing from his walk, he observed the two beings. "So powerful, yet so different in symbolisation" he thought to himself.
Walking on down the street, he heard a friend call out his name; a friend he hadn't contacted since...lord knows when. In that moment, all woe melts away and time stands still as the two engaged in vivid, nostalgic reminiscence from times of yore.
An hour later would find them in a modest bistro down by the quay. Outside the humble establishment, fog starts to set in; foghorns blare, warning ships on open seas. The pair finishes their coffee and makes for the entrance.
When they got outside, rain came drizzling down and as the first volley drummed down on their shoulders, so did the hawk and the eagle - each taking perch on their respective person.
Lightning.
A bright flash and now, his friend is gone. A lesser man would have broken down in tears, but not he. No. He accepted his friend's sudden departure. With eyes closed, he prayed for her - hoping that she will remain happy, jovial, cheery, convivial, blessed and above all, beautiful.
A smile, now, creeps onto his face as he walks away into the night.
Walking on down the street, he heard a friend call out his name; a friend he hadn't contacted since...lord knows when. In that moment, all woe melts away and time stands still as the two engaged in vivid, nostalgic reminiscence from times of yore.
An hour later would find them in a modest bistro down by the quay. Outside the humble establishment, fog starts to set in; foghorns blare, warning ships on open seas. The pair finishes their coffee and makes for the entrance.
When they got outside, rain came drizzling down and as the first volley drummed down on their shoulders, so did the hawk and the eagle - each taking perch on their respective person.
Lightning.
A bright flash and now, his friend is gone. A lesser man would have broken down in tears, but not he. No. He accepted his friend's sudden departure. With eyes closed, he prayed for her - hoping that she will remain happy, jovial, cheery, convivial, blessed and above all, beautiful.
A smile, now, creeps onto his face as he walks away into the night.
flicks of life...
Sitting...waiting...watching...writing. Pens scratching across surfaces that once used to be some part of a tree. Looking around, the only things visible are silhouettes of students; of bygone friends, and memories from times of yore.
As seconds tick by and minutes turn to hours; a simple reminder is all it takes to denounce all comfort that an hour brings. As the saying goes - "lyke a man that in peril of drowning catcheth whatsoeuer cometh next to hand...be it neuer so simple a sticke".
Tightening his grip on a lone pen, he resumes his writing on what was once an empty sheet of paper. Heat, creeps in lazily to the enclosed room. Its occupants soon find themselves overwhelmed by drowsiness and lethargy.
Summoning the last of his strength, he scribbles down his answer...impatient to get the damned thing over with.
It is done.
Heaving a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxes and the pen that was clamped to his right hand earlier slides down to its final resting place - a green canvas pencil case. Leaning back into his chair, feeling all recalcitrance melting away, a feeling of euphoria and jubilation takes over...for he knows that, now, freedom welcomes him into her loving arms.
Tightening his grip on a lone pen, he resumes his writing on what was once an empty sheet of paper. Heat, creeps in lazily to the enclosed room. Its occupants soon find themselves overwhelmed by drowsiness and lethargy.
Summoning the last of his strength, he scribbles down his answer...impatient to get the damned thing over with.
It is done.
Heaving a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxes and the pen that was clamped to his right hand earlier slides down to its final resting place - a green canvas pencil case. Leaning back into his chair, feeling all recalcitrance melting away, a feeling of euphoria and jubilation takes over...for he knows that, now, freedom welcomes him into her loving arms.
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