Seeds In The Winter
(The Colours of White)
...being bits of proof that life survives as long as there's hope...
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
Seeds In The Winter
(The Colours of White)
...being bits of proof that life survives as long as there's hope...
I would have liked to have married my first girlfriend
and lived happily ever after beyond the end of the end
but with all of my wishes it was not meant to be
oh what's to become of me
oh what's to become of me
a purest at heart with a mutt's pedigree
one who's tried and failed at the romantic fantasy
oh what's to become of me
I would have liked to have settled down for a long life
with the first girl I loved at my side as my wife
as equal partners on through eternity
but with all of my hopes it still was't meant to be
oh what's to become of me
oh what's to become of me
a hopelessly hopeful romantic baby
who will never grow up and accept the misery
of giving up on family
oh what's to become of me
I tried everything, gave all that I had
left myself with nothing, except feeling sad
and the pain of the loss of my hearts fantasy
still I want to believe it is my destiny
to find the one true soulmate who fits perfectly
into a sharing of life that's pure symmetry
but as I sit here not I feel so lonely
oh what's to become of me
oh... what's to become of me
oh what's to become of me
a romantic dream in the wrong century
wndering if there's anyone who can still see
oh what's to become of me
in time I healed enough to give it all once again
I thought I found love and also my best friend
but I must have been fooling myself for it ended badly
abandoned and left for dead in renewed misery
betrayal was all I could see
oh what's to become of me
oh what's to become of me
damned to have a heart that gives completely
refusing to learn to love conditionally
oh what's to become of me
oh what's to become of me
a purest at heart in your reality
who will not give up on true loves ecstasy
oh what's to become of me
and I've learned how to fear
and how to hide myself
and I've learned how to live
alone up on a shelf
and I've learned how to cry
with a smile on my face
and I've learned how to die
and still keep in my place
running the human race
but deep inside
late at night
I still hear a voice
singing softly
gently
slightly off key
and the hope hangs on tight
to my heart with all of it's might
waiting for enough healing
so I can return to feeling
more hope than pain
and see sunshine through the rain
then I'll dare try again - wait and see
I'll never give uo on my hearts fantasy
strike one, strike two, I'll dare number three
that's what's to become of me
I'll try again... love again... trust again
unconditionally
that's what's to become of me
oh what's to become of me
sleeping inside but still alive and free
I will never give up on my hearts fantasy
that's what's to become of me
What's To Become Of Me
Ric Candor ©2000
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