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Sihouette of my Soul
Contributed by
Vic
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Wednesday, 5th November 2008 @ 06:13:08 PM in AEST
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I'm a dreamer
I don't know where I'm going
And I don't know where I want to be
All alone, waiting through the still of the night.
I'm just a simple man
I can't hide my pain from showing
but I cannot let you cry for me
Once again, love is out of my sight.
When I'm gone
Will someone ever shed a tear for me
As I lay in a box for all to see
With a heavy heart for eternity
When the angels come I'll let them go....
With the silhouette of my soul.
I was blind
I failed to see my chances
And life is still a mystery
A dying flame will always burn bright.
It get's cloudy when it rains and there is darkness
I wish there is a rainbow, I hope to see the light.
When I'm gone
Will someone ever shed a tear for me
As I lay in a box for all to see
With a heavy heart for eternity
When the angels come I'll let them go....
With the silhouette of my soul.
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Vic
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2008-11-05 18:13:08] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Sihouette of my Soul
(User Rating: 1 ) by Voice of the Silent on
Wednesday, 5th November 2008 @ 07:07:28 PM AEST (User
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Very good great write
I would like this song
But there always someone to shed a tear
Even if you don't know it there is always someone there |
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Re: Sihouette of my Soul
(User Rating: 1 ) by Robert_Edgar_Burns on
Wednesday, 5th November 2008 @ 08:26:20 PM AEST (User
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The first word of your title is misspelled, but I get the
premise of the poem/song. The best way to be remembered
is to live not for yourself, but to serve others. By doing this
you will lay up for yourself treasures in Heaven, where neither
moth nor rust will corrupt them. Keep writing. Keep singing.
Who could forget any man who always had a song in his heart
and on his lips?
By: Robert Edgar " Lawdog" Burns |
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