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Memories of fears Memories of pain Memories of lost lives Never to be found again. Am I the light? Could it actually be That one such as you Could love such as me? Past lives Interrupt us Present woes Deflect us Inner turmoils Bring their own Brand of Boils No matter how hard I try as i might It's hard to believe That I am that light. One thing is certain One thing is true: I know that I bask In the light that is you! When I tell you "I love you" The smile on your face should run all of my fears Right out of the place. But, baby, I'm human, Not the Goddess you are I have fears of rejection And, at night, I wish upon a star I wish I may I wish I might Let Angela love Just one more night. When the morning sun breaks Over the land in the East I step up to the table And hope to partake of the feast The feast that is Angela Is the feast of this part, For she nourishes me deeply To my soul through my heart With each morning I pray "Let it last one more day, Let me bask in the light" What more can I say What if, one morning, The table lay bare? The feast is all gone Like the end of the fair. That's my Woodworm, sweet girl That you'd suddenly find You'd made a mistake That you'd lost your mind. You and I at some times Are the Beauty and the Beast They had a happy ending So could we, at the least! Let me tell you something That no one else knows I'm afraid late at night Right down to my toes Afraid that at sunrise You won't be around That's what the woodworms Tell me without making a sound. |
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