Pastel Reflections - Lyrics
They were seventeen,
barely out of high school.
Yet they shared a love that was as
ancient as the sky
This king and his queen,
to be kept apart by no mans rule,
made plans to meet and marry nearby
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"I will come to you, my Love"
is what she said to him,
"and you must promise you'll wait until I do"
"Meet me at the gate, my Love
and if you'll take my hand,
heaven will be next for me and you"
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He went to the East,
leaving her to worry.
When his tour was done, he was sent home
a broken man
She could find no peace
until she got word he was to come
by chartered plane back from Iran
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"I can hardly wait, my Love,
to look into your eyes first hand.
Until you're home safe, I won't believe it's true""
"Meet me at the gate, my Love,
and just as we have always planned,
heaven will be next for me and you"
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While she waited there,
She heard the announcement.
There had been a storm, his plane had gone
into the bay
She fell in despair,
whisp'ring as her light was slowly spent.
These are the last words she would say:
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"I can't let you go,
I am coming too.
Meet me at the gate...
Heaven will be next for me and you"
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
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