You say you'll give a prayer for me;
I don't even know your name.
I promise I'll go carefully
if you swear to do the same.
So many things I could have been
but this is what I am:
A soldier trained to fight and kill
even though I never will.
Keeping these bruises in my shoulders
helps me forget the songs I've sung.
And it's strange to see how I'm getting older
when my heart still believes
I'll always be young.
While working in the desert sun
it's you I'm thinking of.
I'm trying hard to figure out
what to do with all this love
I'm feeling.
When I get home I'll make you marry me.
Restart my life with my new family.
Watching the sand shift in the desert
makes me remember ancient dreams.
And it's strange to see how I'm getting older
when my heart still believes
I'll always be young.
I'll always be young...
I'll always be young...
Monday, September 21, 2009
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I love this Mark. Its beautiful
-Andre
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