Saturday, August 06, 2005

"Our House Made of Glass"

Sometimes I want to run away,
away and stay.
Then I think of you,
and what you would do,
the feelings pass,
in our house made of glass,
because that I love you.
Sometimes I want to fly away free.
far, far away..... happy to be.
Then I think of you,
and your happiness too,
The feelings pass,
in our house made of glass,
because that I love you.
Sometimes I want to slip out at night.
It takes all my might,
to know what to do,
then I think of you,
and the feelings pass,
in our house made of glass,
because that I love you.
Sometimes I want to fade out of sight.
Out of the light.
Then I think of you,
and your wishes too,
and the feelings pass,
in our house made of glass,
because that I love you.

1 comment:

Abigail Alexis~ said...

I think this is self-explanitory. My children keep me grounded, and I love them for that. :)