|Why is it when were moving|
We have to look over our shoulders?
To see where our feet has taken us
And to remember where we were
When memories can brim our eyes
And cry such tears
When memories can maintain our pride
When the mirror becomes an enemy
And lies are always spoken
When one becomes so serious
And everyone thinks theyíre joking
I am only a voice waiting to be heard
Because no one bothers to see me
I feel for you
A wolf in sheepís clothing
I learned what find of person you were
From this pain
I was tempted by
And stolen by your words
I thought that I was surrounded
But I am only alone in this world
Our love is falling
From the truth
Where you leave me in the darkest corner
And I find myself asking why
Why werenít you calling?
Why were you stalling?
Why were we falling?
Copyright 2002 Dark Poet 13ĖJohn Andrew Fowler