A way of doing things.

by darah   May 27, 2007


On a cloudy day, lots of joy can turn the world around.
On a rainy day, lots of anger makes me disappear.
When you call me and,
you reach me out a hand or two,
you reach me out a heart that's true,
I turn around and
the anger disappears.

I'm the railway and your the station
and every time my life takes another course,
you're there to protect me,
you're there to save me from stuff,
I don't even know.
Stuff, I don't even see,
stuff,
like you and me.

When many ways all go to main street.
When many rivers all go to the ocean.
When,
I go to you.
You are my main street,
You are my ocean.

You are the feet I have, to walk.
You are the ears I have, to hear.
You are the fears I have, to fail.
You are the wishes I have, to come true.

But,
Not every way goes to main street
and not every river goes to the ocean.
It's their destiny, from the first moment on,
but destiny can be avoided, it can be left alone.

I know you are my destiny,
but, you know,
it could turn out
very differently.

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