Post by moonwick on Mar 16, 2007 11:13:12 GMT -5
We laugh, we cry, and say goodbye.
We fall when fancy shoves,
For hope is seeing pigeons
And mistaking them for doves.
For fifty cents, the heart consents
To give itself away.
How cheap a fate; how quick to judge.
Time breaks it anyway.
On being lost, our paths had crossed,
I jumped, head first, for you.
But give me strength as smooth as jade,
And I will make it through.
Won’t break my rule; I’m not your fool.
A wise soul never loves,
For hope is seeing pigeons
And mistaking them for doves.
We fall when fancy shoves,
For hope is seeing pigeons
And mistaking them for doves.
For fifty cents, the heart consents
To give itself away.
How cheap a fate; how quick to judge.
Time breaks it anyway.
On being lost, our paths had crossed,
I jumped, head first, for you.
But give me strength as smooth as jade,
And I will make it through.
Won’t break my rule; I’m not your fool.
A wise soul never loves,
For hope is seeing pigeons
And mistaking them for doves.