What has become of the image of life in my mind,
when I was empty there was so much to learn.
Hollow heart revealing a touch so cold inside,
breaking the essence of what was never meant to be.
I see the light in the eyes of despair bleeding dry,
painted words of thoughts never able to feel.
Seeking out the meaning of hope with what I find,
to hold me down in these waters of passion and fire.
Raining upon me the words felt only in my kiss,
reaching out for memories that have never tasted her lips.
Undercover love breathing vows of endless times,
embraced by the moon as light becomes the way.
I sit here in her presence waiting for life to see my heart,
wondering who I am going to be when I wake from this dream.
A dream of love in what I now see as perfection in her arms.
Johnny Newell
when I was empty there was so much to learn.
Hollow heart revealing a touch so cold inside,
breaking the essence of what was never meant to be.
I see the light in the eyes of despair bleeding dry,
painted words of thoughts never able to feel.
Seeking out the meaning of hope with what I find,
to hold me down in these waters of passion and fire.
Raining upon me the words felt only in my kiss,
reaching out for memories that have never tasted her lips.
Undercover love breathing vows of endless times,
embraced by the moon as light becomes the way.
I sit here in her presence waiting for life to see my heart,
wondering who I am going to be when I wake from this dream.
A dream of love in what I now see as perfection in her arms.
Johnny Newell