Sunday, October 17, 2010

Dry

The wind blows through the Sahara of my mind
I'm reaching out but now your love's gone blind
It took so long to reach my heart's turning point
Now it lies in your hands not to disappoint

My garden is ready now to grow and bloom
The weeds have died and my heart has made room
Please don't say your love is withered and dry
Let's tend our flowers and let our love grow high

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