Carma
I will run to you
Among the trees
Is it you
Driving me to this madness
I am gone
But never away from you
Salt from your tears
Remains on my shallow cheeks
Baby come back now
It is our time
I need to live in the garden
To survive the freedom
Thorn in your side
Anyone can see
Please let us dream
In your hands tonight
Thinking of you now
This time I want you
Don't be a stranger to me
You won't know I feel
My love is not for her
But a prisoner for you
The beauty which must leave
In your shadow, I believe
Harold Moore
October 2012
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