Like the passions within a wishing well
Which no longer flows with dreams
Lies the thoughts of all the love I keep
Between the loneliness of my tears
I think of you each passing night
As I drift into a daze
In the shadows of your memories
Are heard the melodies of sweet desire
They come before the twilight
It wakes me to the dawn
Reminding me of that last embrace
Before the Angels took your soul
I cry each night, for the lullabies
We'll never share together
But this I know, as sure as the sun
Rises above the morning dew
That special day will arrive again
When together we'll be as one
In the songs we'll sing in harmony
Will be to praise our Lord and savior
For in the universe he calls his home
We shall live forever, in the paradise of his love
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
November 1, 2007
Which no longer flows with dreams
Lies the thoughts of all the love I keep
Between the loneliness of my tears
I think of you each passing night
As I drift into a daze
In the shadows of your memories
Are heard the melodies of sweet desire
They come before the twilight
It wakes me to the dawn
Reminding me of that last embrace
Before the Angels took your soul
I cry each night, for the lullabies
We'll never share together
But this I know, as sure as the sun
Rises above the morning dew
That special day will arrive again
When together we'll be as one
In the songs we'll sing in harmony
Will be to praise our Lord and savior
For in the universe he calls his home
We shall live forever, in the paradise of his love
Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
November 1, 2007
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