Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Jul 27, 2009 20:25:14 GMT -5
Somewhere within my heart there is a golden song that I've yet to sing,
Gently it is waking, waiting for my ears to hear;
It is there beyond my pain and woe,
Wishing that I was ready to listen.
Notes that play like a symphony of hope,
Gladly wishing and joyfully dreaming that I would be
Home again
Where I belong
And smile again
As a harp that thrums with chords of bliss and ringing bells,
Like angels in the sky high above me,
Wishing that I could once more be where I belong,
Somewhere where lies my home there is a golden song,
All around is the singing that reminds me of me.
Once again.
Gently it is waking, waiting for my ears to hear;
It is there beyond my pain and woe,
Wishing that I was ready to listen.
Notes that play like a symphony of hope,
Gladly wishing and joyfully dreaming that I would be
Home again
Where I belong
And smile again
As a harp that thrums with chords of bliss and ringing bells,
Like angels in the sky high above me,
Wishing that I could once more be where I belong,
Somewhere where lies my home there is a golden song,
All around is the singing that reminds me of me.
Once again.
~Joshua Wayne