with history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me of beautiful hate
Of island chains swept with the tide
The coral leis of a conquering king
They're swept away
Oh, but not lost.
Beneath the waves of trembling stars
The roads wind towards
The windward side
My soul is saved by these city lights
My face is framed by the blanket of night
They're swept away
Oh, but not lost.
Was I too proud to say, or to wish for
Words that I knew were forbidden?
Because I don't want to know
I didn't want to see what I saw
When I looked in the distance
They're swept away
Oh, but not lost...
"I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door."
Sometimes you lose sight of the things you love and
sometimes you push the thing saving you away, and
sometimes you just have to put yourself out there and hope for the best...
chris boorman
this kid is amazing and i love him like a bro. i like to say im really glad i met him during bootcamp and the talks we've had, have really helped me. and he's shown me a few dance moves that they do in idaho, never before seen here that i will start doing at shows! i'll pray that everything goes great for him in through out his air force career. keep it posi! =]