Believers
Some call us hopeless
Others claim we're dreamers
But I just think my lover and I,
We're just Believers
Through sickness and strength
They sang love's song
Until they found the one
With whom they belong
Wild hearts and crazed minds
Obsessed with the romances
In love with the word itself
Not afraid to take chances
Two hearts born to run
Souls of passion, love, and desire
Qualities these all are
To inflame the believers fire
One glance, is all it takes
One gentle stare
Into the soul of the one
With whom your love you'll share
Some call us hopeless
Others claim we're dreamers
But I just think my lover and I,
We're just Believers
Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2014
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