When the moon gives up its gleaming
And the sun falls from the sky
When the sunsets lose their meaning
And the stars forget to shine
When the oceans leaves it waves
On the shore as water's castaways
When the flowers cease to bloom inside your eyes
Until then I'll say, "I'll find you."
Until then, I'll say, "Don't run for long."
With all the roads you leave behind you
Know the road back home is never far
A collection of poetry and writings by Christopher Mark Webster All writings © 2006, Christopher Mark Webster
Friday, November 14, 2003
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
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The look in your eyes-- the teardrops of a world full of oceans finally run dry.
And everyone's running, but you feel you're the only one falling on the inside.
Here I am, a begger, offering all that I have, though I've not much to give.
But the light cannot reach you if don't chase the sun and it takes more than breathing to live.
I would give you my heart for a smile on your face,
Or offer my life to the wind.
I'd give the light up forever if you promised me never
To run to the shadows again.
And everyone's running, but you feel you're the only one falling on the inside.
Here I am, a begger, offering all that I have, though I've not much to give.
But the light cannot reach you if don't chase the sun and it takes more than breathing to live.
I would give you my heart for a smile on your face,
Or offer my life to the wind.
I'd give the light up forever if you promised me never
To run to the shadows again.