November 15, 2004

Love Will Come to You

There are a lot of blogger friends out there right now that are lonely, hurting and searching for love. It is so sad that so many extraordinary people have this empty space in their hearts and can't find someone to help fill it. So, this post is dedicated to all of you. It is one of my favorite songs.

I think, particularly, of my evil twin, Aimee, when I hear this song. She is so deserving of love and it saddens me tremendously that she is alone. Sure, she has her wonderful daughter and a family that loves her and friends who love her, but I think you all know the kind of love we're talking about here.

For you, sweetheart (...and all of the rest - *big hugs* my friends)

Love Will Come to You

guess i wasn't the best one to ask
me myself with my face pressed
up against love's glass
to see the shiny toy i've been hoping for
the one i never could afford

the wide world spins and spits turmoil
and the nations toil for peace
but the paws of fear upon your chest
only love can soothe that beast
and my words are paper tigers
no match for the predators of pain inside her

i say love will come to you
hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true
as if i offered up a crystal ball to look through
where there is now one there will be two

i was born under the sign of cancer
like brushing cloth i smooth the wrinkles for an answer
i'm always closing my eyes and wishing i'm fine
(i close my eyes and wish you fine)
even though i know i'm not this time

i say love will come to you
hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true
as if i offered up a crystal ball to look through
where there is now one there will be two

dodging your memories - a field of knives
always on the outside looking in on other's lives

i say love will come to you
hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true
as if i offered up a crystal ball to look through
where there is now one there will be two

and i wish her insight to battle love's blindness
strength from the milk of human kindness
a safe place for all the pieces that scattered
learn to pretend there's more than love that matters

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