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Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude I’m rejecting my hopeless fate I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight I grab the rope for extra support It burns like a vertical line of fire I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They’re distraught by my absence They’re cheering for me from down below I’m sliding down… I cherish you like my own belongings I designed you on my bedroom wall I have you displayed deep in my heart Believe me – you’ll never split it apart Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees And I imagine the memories we share with each other I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They’re distraught by my absence They’re cheering for me from down below I’m sliding down… When I reflect upon the joyous times, My heart never fails To pound vigorously for you I’m sliding down I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you I see the light in your eyes I don’t see an insidious nature in you… I wish I hadn't believed in the lies I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They’re distraught by my absence They’re cheering for me from down below I’m sliding down… I’m glad I've met you in the first place We’re a perfect match – Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome We’re on the road of victory We’re making great progress We’re hanging on the edge, But we were rescued From sliding down… At least we’re kept ourselves alive……

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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