THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
NEW STRANGERS GARDENS
(where I come when inspired by people I just met or people I don't know)
I'd like to be your friend but I don't know how I'd like to share myself I've forgotten how I'd like to know your heart but I don't know how I'd like to share my heart I've forgotten how maybe it's just a matter of time maybe I should show you this rhyme maybe physical desire is a crime and only the dream is sublime maybe that's how we begin to believe in sin or maybe the apple was rotten and the dream was forgotten I'd like to know the truth I've forgotten how I'd like to share the truth I've forgotten how I'd like to believe in love I've forgotten how I'd like to share true love I've forgotten how now I mourn what's forgotten and I hang on to a dream maybe you are out there somewhere maybe you know what I mean maybe this is all too serious to be taken seriously or maybe somewhere inside you you understand me I'd like to stop feeling lonely but I've forgotten how I'd like somebody to love me right here... right now I'd like to believe in love are my heart allow me to find true love again or am I dreaming right now beyond philosophy lies religion beyond religion there lies faith beyond faith there is only me wondering what is true wondering about love wondering about you maybe it's just a matter of time maybe I should show you this rhyme maybe physical desire is a crime and only the dream is sublime maybe that's how we begin to believe in sin or maybe the apple was rotten and the dream was forgotten Forgotten Ric Candor ©2000  EMAIL
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