afwah54 Posted January 17, 2011 Report Share Posted January 17, 2011 No matter who I have met, they never seem to feel like enough I try to overlook things I see in their eyes, but somedays those visions are so clear, nothins there. The wind changed sometimes it's hard to understand Gods design it's the time spent together that counts more than blood. time counts the most after that, time remains, regret is a killer. I'm sad today because everything I thought was me just flew away like a leaf in a breeze on a fall afternoon so lonely for? not really sure? I'm sad today because it's so hard to pick up where you got left off, especially when the drop off was done by anothers will power. I still look for his face in the crowds. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Nicholas Posted January 17, 2011 Report Share Posted January 17, 2011 With acknowledgement to Bjorn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson (ex-ABBA): Schoolbag in hand, he leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch him go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I'm losing him forever And without really entering his world I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter That funny little boy Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see whats in his mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing He keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sleep in our eyes, him and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when he's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I cant deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go (slipping through my fingers all the time) Well, some of that we did but most we didn't And why I just don't know Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see whats in his mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing He keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time Slipping through my fingers... Slipping through my fingers all the time Schoolbag in hand he leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sunstreet Posted January 17, 2011 Report Share Posted January 17, 2011 Love, Loss, Pain, Endurance. My heart reaches out to you both in gentle understanding and care. Blessings and Courage, Carol Ann Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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