Do you ever dream of me?
Have you ever whispered my name?
If you dared to imagine, what would you see?
Do you ever think you could feel the same?
Do you know I am here?
Always hoping, dreaming, praying
That one day you will hold me dear.
When I confide in the wind
Can you hear the words I say?
When I say I love you,
Can you even look my way?
Does it even matter what my feelings may be?
Can you hear me?
How I feel for you is no lie
But everyday you pass me by.
And friendship is just not enough for me
Feel my breaking heart, look into my eyes and see...
Can't you see the love I have for you?
Are you really so blind?
Can you see no future for us?
Is the answer to hard to find?
When I confide in the wind
Can you hear the words I say?
When I say I love you,
Can you even look my way?
Does it even matter what my feelings may be?
Can you hear me?
I shall continue to dream, if only to dream
And I shall continue to pray, if only to cope
And I will always love you, even if it is only in hope
I shall confide in the wind
I shall tell her how I much you mean to me
I guess it doesn't matter anyhow
If you can't hear me...












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Keithlee M Spangler : Photography
submersed in music
fueled by coffee
hidden behind the lens
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we can only see as far as the light shows, we never know what the end of the path holds, nor the twists and turns the path takes until we are upon them
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"What is it now Eike? The Good Samaritan?" - Homunculus (Shadow of Memories)
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"What is it now Eike? The Good Samaritan?" - Homunculus (Shadow of Memories)
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"What is it now Eike? The Good Samaritan?" - Homunculus (Shadow of Memories)
--
we can only see as far as the light shows, we never know what the end of the path holds, nor the twists and turns the path takes until we are upon them
--
"What is it now Eike? The Good Samaritan?" - Homunculus (Shadow of Memories)
--
Keithlee M Spangler : Photography
submersed in music
fueled by coffee
hidden behind the lens
--
we can only see as far as the light shows, we never know what the end of the path holds, nor the twists and turns the path takes until we are upon them
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