Monday, October 13, 2014

Returning to Joy, 1974

Flowers bloom in the sky,
Birds sing flying by,
And I wish that my love
Would stay.


People hear what they will,
But they touch what they kill,
And I wish that my love
Would stay.


I see people wanting to love,
And these people can't seem to love,
But I know that they're filled with love,
But no one loves them,
No one sees them.


Candles light the way of spring,
Children trying to do their thing,
Why is life so cruel to me,
It's only a dream to see.


Yes, why is life so cruel to me,
There are no answers,
Because I can't see.


There is not anyone who
can tell me a thing.


There are no answers,
because I can't see.


No one to tell me anything.


No answers,
because I can't see.


No one to tell me anything.

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