When darkness calls
it is no ones business
to escape it's meaning
it truly lies
in a mans heart to lie
but if we only knew the truth in salvation
The truth in all eternity
then we could live
and our joys would be forever fruitful
to decline such an offer
is to be taken with no doubt
as a disruption
to the basic meaning to life
and my ears shall ring
of that song called love
sung by the last birds
to this day
we all die
but live again
crossing gardens
planted upon seas
this life was made for me
and I live for you
to die and to trust
to give and to lie
listen to my heart
for it is burning to tell you something
oh slow morning
do not die away
for my arms will lay empty
and the cold will eat me alive
it is no ones business
to escape it's meaning
it truly lies
in a mans heart to lie
but if we only knew the truth in salvation
The truth in all eternity
then we could live
and our joys would be forever fruitful
to decline such an offer
is to be taken with no doubt
as a disruption
to the basic meaning to life
and my ears shall ring
of that song called love
sung by the last birds
to this day
we all die
but live again
crossing gardens
planted upon seas
this life was made for me
and I live for you
to die and to trust
to give and to lie
listen to my heart
for it is burning to tell you something
oh slow morning
do not die away
for my arms will lay empty
and the cold will eat me alive
© 2010 Holly O'Brien
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