Feelings

What kind of feeling would I have Without you around to hold Bliss, sweet bliss would slip away And oh how my heart would grow old And without you my poor heart would break And my soul, would turn so cold. I would shiver with fear of the unknown And hide in a corner of dark A deep dark corner where feelings die And float slowly down to the ground But those beautiful memories that would not die Will drift so slowly afar Your lovely memories will travel Catching a ride on the westerly winds And find you, with your beauty bright And find you where ever you are David Pennington