December 2009
2 posts
My Door Is Always Open
I will only let you down, But my door is always open. I don’t think that I ever loved you, But the world is dying to meet you. Black birds, they sing off of mountains, Joyous love songs that drift through the houses. But now I’m free from all your pain. Church bells, they are ringing for you. And choirs are singing in red, Your voice could summon the angels, And your beauty could waken...
