TAKEN!!! |
You know sometimes right out of the blue,
I find myself just thinking of you...
I sit here all alone in my room,
Writing endless poems of you...
Let me be your soldier baby,
I'd fight a war for you girl...
There's a little something I want to say to you,
There's no limit to the things that I'd do...
It is not Passion, or sentiment,
Or idle words...
---------------War
-------------Hatred...
I have a list of people I know,
All written in a book...
Those who write on cabin walls,
Roll their shjt in little balls...
When you look into my eyes,
What do you see...
It is not Passion, or sentiment,
Or idle words...
Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent on throwing it at somebody else, you are the one who gets burned. |
Do not dwell in the past, |
Make love not war. |