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I saw her standing by the shore. her eyes they looked so sad. never seen her like this way before. . She felt a pain behind her eyes. burning inside. pictures flashing by, memories.
My someday coming child. I name and I re-name you. I make up memories for you of melodies. And friends from books I want to give you. And horse and buggy sounds outside.
Ah, revolving man, don't you ever get ahead?. All your days are spent in catching up the rent. Ah, revolve, revolve, don't you ever get a Sunday. To read the paper and jump into leaves or water?.
I am lining up my heroes. Like big paper dolls. And I find, they need. No wall behind them to lean on. . No, they won't stand up. By themselves at all.
I showed him my notebook. The underside of my soul. Released in scribbles on pages. He smiled and held my hand. . I knew that he would see. For he dreams of touching beauty, too.
There is my kite caught around a signpost. The sign says, You are almost there. So I was right, there is a Heaven. Very near, very near. . There are no fires of hell.
So I took a plane to Medjugorje. To be with you. Mother Mary, Mother. Filling up this place with hope of peace. . Are you, are you here?. You're everywhere.
So, I see their easels at the water from the window. I know his is not as his is never with them. Seven years I've watched them sadly. Watching with them, understanding.
Oh, the world is hard to understand. It's better to forget now. Why was I left all alone. To fight the darkness that surrounds me?. . Clouds in the upstairs.
I have seen your garden growing madly. There I find you, hands in the earth. I have heard you talking with your children. On your level, never talking down.
The day is over and still so heavy on the mind. In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow. To join the frowning cactus crowd. Finding flowers even there to flutter round.
Here I am, a sort of prisoner, my body is the cell. And, perhaps you are the cell key. I have all day long to sit here and all day is a long time. But my legs don't want to move me now.