Avalive
02-15-2006, 04:05 AM
I Would Resign My Lot
Who lit the widowing lanterns upon my door and fled
Were they the same hands once consoled my woe
Is this winter too cold or their feeling has changed
I would resign my lot of being thrived if that's the fact
I've Been There
I've been there seeing you as an old man in chair
Your children by your sides have the smile as fair
The same shirt you are still in always I kept near
The future is the memories we have visited with anxious desire
My Sebastian
My Sebastian
I can write but not to you
For confession might be too haughty and woos too sassy
I can sing but not to you
Songs are too many to pick and only one word is waited to be shouted
My Sebastian
The loned lark is dying to mate and the tempting heart is extorting its doubt
Dare I love you, My Sebastian, with all my devotion?
Who lit the widowing lanterns upon my door and fled
Were they the same hands once consoled my woe
Is this winter too cold or their feeling has changed
I would resign my lot of being thrived if that's the fact
I've Been There
I've been there seeing you as an old man in chair
Your children by your sides have the smile as fair
The same shirt you are still in always I kept near
The future is the memories we have visited with anxious desire
My Sebastian
My Sebastian
I can write but not to you
For confession might be too haughty and woos too sassy
I can sing but not to you
Songs are too many to pick and only one word is waited to be shouted
My Sebastian
The loned lark is dying to mate and the tempting heart is extorting its doubt
Dare I love you, My Sebastian, with all my devotion?