In the Prose of Passion
My Reason to Live
My Reason to Live
Is it my fantasy
When I look to the clouds
And I notice your face
As you're flying about
Then you reach out your hand
And you say in your voice
“I am here to release you”
I am left with no choice
We fly like the eagles
As we soar through the skies
I've never felt freedom
Like I do by your side
I lay all my troubles
On the wings of white doves
You fill me with magic
You embrace me with love
My life is a story
And I author this book
With worn and torn pages
You must come take a look
But the ending is closer
I have learned to forgive
Your love my sweet angel
Is my reason to live
Copyright ©2008 Marvin H Lane
Is it my fantasy
When I look to the clouds
And I notice your face
As you're flying about
Then you reach out your hand
And you say in your voice
“I am here to release you”
I am left with no choice
We fly like the eagles
As we soar through the skies
I've never felt freedom
Like I do by your side
I lay all my troubles
On the wings of white doves
You fill me with magic
You embrace me with love
My life is a story
And I author this book
With worn and torn pages
You must come take a look
But the ending is closer
I have learned to forgive
Your love my sweet angel
Is my reason to live
Copyright ©2008 Marvin H Lane
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