God I hate cancer why does it always make me feel so helpless one by one I am losing family and friends to this evil disease.
I keep reading of cures but why is it the cancers that keep taking my own never have cures.
Isn’t Life Strange
The Moody Blues
Isn’t life strange
A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more
Each day passes by
How hard man will try
The sea will not wait
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry
Wish I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wish I could be in your eyes
Looking back there your were and here we are
Isn’t love strange
A word we arrange
With no thought or care
Maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe
With love we must weave
To make us as one
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry
Wish I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wish I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were, and here we are
Isn’t life starnge
A turn of the page
A book without light
Unless with love we write
To throw it away
To lose just a day
The quicksand of time
You know it makes me wqnt to cry cry, cry
Wish I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wish I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were and here we are
“Into Dust”
Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
Around, broken in two
Till your eyes shed
Into dust
Like two strangers
Turning into dust
Till my hand shook
With the weight of fear
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate
It was you
Breathless and torn
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
