Recessive Traits

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Walking. Pacing, we wander in circles.
This love we have just won’t let us go.
Our fate hangs on us like iron shackles;
We’re destined for better than this, I know.

My dreams won’t come, all I see is pain.
I can’t stand being apart from you.
To think I did this for our gain.
How could I have been such a fool?

If you still find it in you to Love me,
I promise to show you what you desire.
I know that one day, we can be happy.
And nothing can put out that fire.

But now, the time, it isn’t right.
They keep me here, I can’t be your man.
Keep walking forward, lets find that light,
Look beside you, I’ll be the one holding your hand.

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