I want them to sew our hands together
And I want our ankles bound by twine
Each morning we'd wake I would be just fine
If every step that you'd take would be the same as mine
The lines of your palms would begin when mine stopped
And with our fingers entangled we would define the word locked
At first we would trip and stumble to keep pace
But I would cherish each step of our three legged race
But our hands are not sewn and our ankles not tied
No matter how many times I asked or I tried
The lines on our palms and our fingers don't match
Cause the love that I give I never get back
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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