週日 11月 13, 2005 2:41 pm
If donations of body parts could save more people, I'd love to.
Open your eyes where your soul dwelled.
Move the lips that whispered the words
of wisdom to me.
I caressed your chest, the heart beats still,
...gently.
The way you used to touch.
No more will you hug me. I know.
Someone else will do it for me. I guess.
I hope she will be happy for the heart you give.
It hurts even.
I know your heart'll keep beating
in someone elses' chest.
Be gentle, for, it's two hearts in tune,
pumping life into your dying soul.
Open your eyes where your soul dwelled.
Move the lips that whispered the words
of wisdom to me.
I caressed your chest, the heart beats still,
...gently.
The way you used to touch.
No more will you hug me. I know.
Someone else will do it for me. I guess.
I hope she will be happy for the heart you give.
It hurts even.
I know your heart'll keep beating
in someone elses' chest.
Be gentle, for, it's two hearts in tune,
pumping life into your dying soul.
