Come Hither.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Some kind of an epitome,
The struggle she's seen this spring,
when nothing comes dancing.
She's paying a handsome fee.
And still she smiles.
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why, when they walk with love alone,
just trying to find their way home?
Still she gives, though she has none left.
She flies, but with a broken wing,
and have you seen the tears that flow quietly?
The struggle she's seen this spring,
when nothing comes dancing.
She's paying a handsome fee.
And still she smiles.
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
How do you break a heart of gold?
Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls?
Heroes of tales unsung, untold.
Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?
Why, when they walk with love alone,
just trying to find their way home?
Still she gives, though she has none left.
She flies, but with a broken wing,
and have you seen the tears that flow quietly?
posted by Lynette # 12:16:00 AM 
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