Foolish pride can reap destruction.
I feel its darts to the mind.
I let my pride stand in between us.
Never knowing that I had built
A wall protecting a need inside
Me.
I was a fool thinking only of me.
Not seeing nothing more than my
Precious pride and ego.
Now all the left for me.
Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of
Love. Pieces of the past!
Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of
Love. Pieces of the past!
Time is made with face a shadow
and like a thief in the night.
It comes to call slowly creeping
It disappears in the light.
But I wont ever break that the
chain around me. Ill find a
way to shine off the things that
bind me. Memories still spinning
their webs upon me. But now Im
left alone.
Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of chorus
Love. Pieces of the past!
Pieces of a photograph.
I tore in half. Pieces of
Love. Pieces of the past!
Musical Interlude.
Chorus repeat twice more.
Translated by L.Rodale Longtime Stylistic fan
From L. Rodale (rodal25@yahoo.com)
