The broken soul of man trembles and is bound to perish. His heart treasures her and keeps her soul cherished. The joyous situations of just spending time. The atmosphere of love in an environment so divine. Tis a rhyme and rhythm of the soul. As two hearts wish to grow old, yet cold and desolate is the world. He never read the intentions of this particular girl. She was his lifeline and started to become his pride. How can a woman love a man who's soul has died. With no emotions, or understanding of what love to give. He couldn't keep her happy as together they both lived. He killed his feelings and this she knew. What made it so interesting was that she still wanted to be with you. He grew a mentality which she tried to change. She never gave up on him all the same. He finally gave her freedom to do as she pleased. As long as she came back to me while I was on a bended knee. With a ring in my hand and a song in my heart with her in my life would be an effervescent start every single day. She was a remedy and a cure. Her name on my lips sent my spinning in allure. Then one-day the world I knew shattered, broken as always my soul in pieces did clatter. We both parted ways and walked along. Never will I turn back to this song. For pride and my ego shall not permit, I will one-day let go of your memories that I have locked away. I anxiously wait for that day.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
