Sometimes it's hard to catch the tears of a woman who cries. She looks forward to the truth and gets only lies. Her ties with her loved ones are cut off, the one she loves is more than enough. She sits through the storm and gazes up at the sky. She watches the lightning pass her by, the rain washes away her pain and yet she still does sigh. Her soul has died with his presence being near. She lost her name and that was her biggest fear. Clear as the blue sky she has tried to move on. Yet the radio plays their favourite song. Peace has always followed her until she laid her eyes upon him. She was his deadliest sin. The moment of silence as she thought she heard his voice from within. It makes her feel anxious all over again. The power of love is a mysterious thing. Her heart beats faster when he holds her hand. His lips on her forehead makes her feel grand. His arms are her comfort in this wonderful plan. The birds chirping makes that sound soothing and pure. The weather tells her, that her love is galore. He ran his fingertips through her hair and touches her skin and explores her some more. She is still a living proof that love exists. Sometimes it's hard to imagine the twist. Holding on the past is easy as a lisp. Letting go proves your stronger than this.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
