The ballad of a lonely soul
Longing is sweet but it gets old
True love is pure, forever young
Done is a train that never comes
Staring outside my window pane
Cant feel the wind, but see the rain
Cant taste the sweet but smell the smell
Almost is hell, I know it well
So far I’ve come since I left first
So close is where the pain gets worse
Wild horses drug me far away
A lifetime gone is everyday
The sad song of one half a pair
I’m not complete without you here
Wild horses drug you far
But aint no mountain high
To keep us two apart
I’ll wait until I die
And as you stare outside
You’ll feel me staring too
You’ll smell the sweet I smell
Dessert tastes just like you
No, done will never come
And longing may get old
But love keeps patience young
And soothes a lonely soul
The song of a half a pair
That lonely soul, we share.
From "Blue, Purple & Scarlet"
By Nai-jeer Watson
Copyright, © 2010
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