Post by nightingale on Oct 15, 2005 14:19:03 GMT -5
A/N: I wasn't sure exactly where to put this so I put it here. I think it fits perfectly though.
We walk down the church corridors
And sit in the pews.
Everyone is crying but my tears just won't come.
The reverend does the sermon
but his words don't reach my ears.
Instead I think of different times
cherished in my mind
without all the tears.
I think of laughter, of playing in the sun,
Of the times when he was happy
and not burdened by his troubles and fears.
When to him,
the world was young.
[glow=violet,2,300]~NIGHTINGALE~[/glow]
We walk down the church corridors
And sit in the pews.
Everyone is crying but my tears just won't come.
The reverend does the sermon
but his words don't reach my ears.
Instead I think of different times
cherished in my mind
without all the tears.
I think of laughter, of playing in the sun,
Of the times when he was happy
and not burdened by his troubles and fears.
When to him,
the world was young.
[glow=violet,2,300]~NIGHTINGALE~[/glow]
