I sit here in my room wondering what to say
Not knowing all the things, or places or the day.
But, somehow we will be together it is plain to see.
That I was meant for you and you were meant for me.
Something so imposibile, It cannot be true.
Still I try to thinkof it. I always think of you.
I've wondered at coincidence never giving much thought
to the power behind it all pointing the best it can
to you and how we had to fall to be free.
The unspoken language speaks to you for me.
Nothing at face value is meant for you to see.
Your music has a power, your spirit has a voice.
We are given chances here and there every one a choice.
It still seems so wrong to me even so I hope.
crueler thing have come to pass, untill then I can cope.
I've wondered at coincidence never giving much thought
to the power behind it all pointing the best it can
to you and how we had to fall to be free.
two thoughts: Hiro found out he didn't need the sword any more, maybe I don't need a muse?
Rhyming isn't rediculous it is applyinf form to your thoughts, just like talking in words only harder. repect rhymes,dont just poo poo them.
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