You do not realizeThe power of your wordsSo like a weaponThey act as swordsOpening old woundsStabbing at the heartWhen they are used rightThey can tak..
He sits at his window and looks past the glass.He thinks of all that he is and all that he has;His greatest moments and the best of times,The glad tea..
It burned me and shaped meLike a fire burning brightThen the flame all died outAnd I was left in NightWithout you and your loveWashed away by the rain..