I've always wished real life was like the movies/books/songs.
Where people found thier true loves and weren't confused about it and they did great things and were overall pretty damn happy. Where people spontaneously dance in the street and everyone knows the steps. Where people don't go out of their way to hurt others or if they do they're appropriately chastised for it, their misdemeanours aren't just swept under the carpet so they can continue to think that what they do is okay. Where the sex is creative and/or romantic and spontaneous.
I keep waiting for it to eventually come together and it never does.
Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed
I know you're still just a dream
Your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed
And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed
I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed
And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed
Where people found thier true loves and weren't confused about it and they did great things and were overall pretty damn happy. Where people spontaneously dance in the street and everyone knows the steps. Where people don't go out of their way to hurt others or if they do they're appropriately chastised for it, their misdemeanours aren't just swept under the carpet so they can continue to think that what they do is okay. Where the sex is creative and/or romantic and spontaneous.
I keep waiting for it to eventually come together and it never does.
Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said
But I swear you'll be blessed
I know you're still just a dream
Your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed
And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed
I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed
And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky
Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed
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Date: 2003-11-02 12:34 am (UTC)