February.15.2001
Trisha Barrk Hopkins
I will be your strength
When you are weak
I'll be your shine
When you are in darkness
I will be your compass
When you are lost
I will be your air
When you can't breathe
I will be your future
When you want to forget your past
I will be your life
When you feel like dying
I will give you love
When you feel like hating
I will be your tissue
When you feel like crying
I'll be the understanding
When you no longer feel like dating
I will be your words
When you have nothing to say
I will be your morning
When you feel like you have no day
I will be your water
When you are thirsty
I will be your shade
When you are hot
I will be your eyes
When you no longer can see
I will be with you
When you're at your favorite spot
I will be the one who restarts your heart
When it feels like it wants to die
I will be your legs
When you can no longer walk
I will be your something
When you feel like you have nothing
I'll be your words
When you can't talk
I will be your love
Till my dying day
Promise you everything
I'll stick by your side
When no one else will
I will be your whatever
I will be your something
Always and forever
Copyright
Existence is a statue.
A beautiful works of art.
Does beauty have real value?
Its beauty warms my heart.
Everybody wants a piece of something
Everyone wants a piece of love
Time will freeze for just a moment
Ill lay my eyes on her, and she’ll be gone
For a lifetime, her stare will linger in me
I feel her presence out there somewhere
Deep beneath the unforgiving sea
Come back to me, and we will flee
Run away from this world of misery
Love is stronger than you or me
it’ll be like we're stars shining in the night
Heroes making for the final fight
When you leave, ill think of the night
You mesmerized me, and set an eternal fight
Between the stars, the world, it’ll all collide
The day has come, so i ‘am gone
I’ll still remember you while i push on
e.a.
I have something I'd like to
show,
Something from the long
ago.
Tied with ribbons in the
past,
Something from a treasure
chest.
Precious pieces interlock,
Like golden threads, in
a frock.
Everything comes into
view,
you're in this picture too.
(c) copyright heather burns 2009