Post by StoriesThatNeverWere on May 1, 2006 3:06:03 GMT -5
As you push your way through fallen snow,
Fearing the worst as forward you go
Lips cracked and bleeding
And frostbitten toes
She's calling your name, over and over she pleeds
Begging for you to set her free
But she is trapped in your mind, right down the the end
A memory in your head, a passed away friend
This is only a metaphor, for the weather oustide is not cold
But I feel heavy and frozen, as I weaken and grow old
I spent years mourning, and now here I am
At the peak of my life, with no ring on my hand
I never got over it, I didn't think I could
Now I lay here, all alone, as a dying woman should
Why couldn't I get over death, certainly others have?
But I guess my heart was weaker, at my loss with Baby Ann.
Fearing the worst as forward you go
Lips cracked and bleeding
And frostbitten toes
She's calling your name, over and over she pleeds
Begging for you to set her free
But she is trapped in your mind, right down the the end
A memory in your head, a passed away friend
This is only a metaphor, for the weather oustide is not cold
But I feel heavy and frozen, as I weaken and grow old
I spent years mourning, and now here I am
At the peak of my life, with no ring on my hand
I never got over it, I didn't think I could
Now I lay here, all alone, as a dying woman should
Why couldn't I get over death, certainly others have?
But I guess my heart was weaker, at my loss with Baby Ann.
