Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Walk

You walk the streets like
they belong to you
courage or fear I don't know
To the Limit you always go
I'm too slow to go that Fast
Speed me up if you can
I want it bad enough
Pick me up when times are rough
I'll pick you up when you're there
lifestyles we can't compare
I miss seeing you looking in your eyes
You somehow understand
I'd love to be your man
Different worlds keeps us apart leaving
me with a broken heart


Written by: Christopher P. Gansert

Copyrighted by Philip Gansert 2003

All Rights Reserved

Posted by PhilGansert on 02/09 at 09:25 PM
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