Sunrise
And the new day's breaking through
The morning
Of another day without you
And as the hours roll by
No-one's there to see me cry
Except the sunrise
The sunrise and you
Tired eyes drift across the shore
Looking for love and nothing more
But as the sea rolls by
No-one's there to see me cry
Except the sunrise
The sunrise and you
Sunrise
Bless my eyes
Catch my soul
Make me whole again
Sunrise, new day
Hear my song
I'm tired of fighting
And fooling around
But from now on
Till who knows when
My sword will be my pen
And I'll love you, love you
For all of my time
1 day ago
6 comments:
Good morning handsome Fram the Wolf :-)
I was absent for a while, because of computer problems and some other things, but I am back now, and I am really very glad about that.
The song you posted today is so beautiful that makes me almost cry, thank you very much. I mean lyrics, because I cannot listen to it yet. But I will find a way to do it maybe even today.
Sending a fresh autumn breath from Poland to Minneapolis :-)
Bye, bye.
beautiful music. Beautiful words. Thanks for this treat Fram.
Yes, beautiful Polish girl, the words are beautiful, and the song is powerful. I hope you have the opportunity to listen to it soon.
I am glad your computer problems are resolved, and would predict "some other things" also will take care of themselves.
Fall is in the air here, too, but tornadoes still roam the sky. Thor has been displeased with Minnesotans.
Yes, Piper, this is a beautiful song and the words are poetry in motion. I hope you return and listen to the second song, which now has been posted, as well.
Thank you, for your visit, and for posting about Ayn Rand on your page. I enjoy debating her point of view, and her essentially "me first" philosophy. As you saw, I do not agree with it.
Such a pretty song and beautiful picture :)
Yes, Kelly, it is a very pretty song and, I imagine, a very meaningful one to many people. At least, it should be.
And, yes, again. I do photograph quite well, if I do say so myself. The sunrise does something to my features, and makes my eyes appear especially distinctive.
Hunting for breakfast every single day of the year is no fun, though, and sooner or later I might move to a city and buy a refrigerator.
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