Love In December
So this is love, in the end of December
Quiet nights, quiet stars
And I'm here, Monday to Sunday
'Cos you're fragile
And I'm weak
So you fall, when the nights grow longer,
Into sleep, and won't wake up
Don't you worry, I'll be there for you
Don't worry about me, you know me better than that
I'll catch you, if you would fall
So you drift, when the days grow colder
Away from me, and won't look back
Far away, and I can't guide you
But I'm here, till the spring
Don't you worry, I'll be there for you
Don't worry about me, you know me better than that
I'll catch you, if you would fall
Somehow for some reason, I am still here. Against all reason, commitment, hope. It is impossible, was impossible, still is impossible. And I am still here. There is an unspoken thing that binds me, a faith that holds me here, a truth that cannot set me free. Don't worry about me.
5 comments:
Hi Ells. You're back. New island in the sea of information.
You are a sight for sore eyes.
So much for the lack of spammers on the new blogsite. Thanks Fe for being real.
livejournal is reasonably secure, considering it's free.
there's also typepad and movabletype, moving up the (geek) value chain.
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