My life,
seems like a distant shadow
hovering over sweet nothings and kind deeds
what is this love?
So deep, so real, so fresh?
Like waking up in the morning and smelling the sweet aroma of flowers
filling the room
the sun beams pushing at me through the curtains
Sounds of joyful laughter in the background,
clear blue skies.
But is this all real?
Is this a figment of my imagination...
what if the world was a box?
And i was the puppet?
Questions that linger in my mind,
but always answered in the most simple manner.
puppets can't breath,
Puppets can't feel emotions,
Puppets can't feel the presence of God,
puppets don't receive miracles,
puppets don't fall in love....
Thank you for the sun,
thank you for the moon,
thanks for the stars,
thanks for the songs...
So far away,
at 2 ends of the earth,
but sea and land cant draw us apart,
nor break this,
the love of god is forever holding,
forever pulling us all closer to one another.
thanks for your love.
