Promised Paradise
Dreamer or stalker?
Depends on date defined
I'd just like to talk to her
But that seems time defied
Long ago she was my dream
By sunshine and moody moon
The futher it got, the closer it would seem
We'd move from December to June
We almost met, almost held hands
But some tear in the canvas happened
What I mined for on demand
Was an empty shell in a second
Since then we sailed different seas
I'd hoped our tides would tie
So, instead, I'd rub the fog, gaze to her breeze
Now call it love, others call it die
Roll it and some will see the worse me
Others may still call what it is
A hope I had once and hopefully
She's the promised paradise I'd end up with
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