Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 9, 2010 Share Posted August 9, 2010 Here I am standing alone in the pouring rain. Yesterday has come and passed. What will tomorrow bring my way. Sometimes love is hard. You just have to grin and bare. Yes it is a fool's game. A chilld plays after dark. When it is thundering and lightning out. Sometimes we dream and it fades into the sunlight. Sometimes we hear the music playing a song we hold dearto us. I wish life could be more simple than lighting a match. When all you do is tear us apart. You have burned down the bridges that unite us. What we once held so sacred and dear. Is now in flames burning down like the house we used to share. A photograph a memory we hold dear. Nothing is left in the cold pouring rain. What if tomorrow never came our way Yes it is memories that we hold dare. It is a fool's game Nothing but a child playing I look in the mirror and see all the tears. Where have all the years gone by when we used to laugh and play. Now we are old and grey. Playing in the rain Nothing but a fool's game. Yes dreams are nice but they do fade into the night. Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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