If there’s still a hope
and if there’s still a way
Meet me down at mcfarland house
You know the one where they say the ghosts frolick about
I know I’ve been far worse than a fool
But my soul is crying out for you.
You see, all I wish to do is tenderly kiss and embrace you
For all time
To make you mine
Words fail to describe you as you are divine and sublime
You make my soul laugh and cry out in rejoice
Does a beautiful angel still want to be with this stubborn and troubled indigo child?
I know I am anything but mild
and your still waters run deep
deeper than time itself
they reach a place of pure essense, bliss and relief
There’s no substitute for you
No one else will do
I don’t mind waiting all time
Even for the next life or the one after that
I know there’s no going back
But I wish for this pain to be transformed
To no longer be forlorn and scorned
Without my other half
I know there’s no going back
But you are the light to my darkness
The calm to my noise
The rose to my rain
The happiness to my pain
The yellow to my blue
You proved dreams can come true
Together we can turn dust and debris
Into something brand new–just watch and see
Meet me at McFarland House on Saturday at midnight
There’ll be no need to make a fright
If you’re not scared, and if this thing’s not dead
If that last dying ember is still kicking around
We can add some air
Some twigs, a branch or two
And see what happens
Maybe we can make things anew
Down by the river
Where the world is calm
The stars are above
The moon will soon be full
So what do we have to lose?
About the Creator
Mkat
...on the spiritual path...
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