This is about finding love in life, good timing or not. And how the chances you may take in your dreams could save your life when you're awake.
(PS-In poetry every word means something, grammar doesn't really exist. Its a beautiful thing.)
(PPS- Im not just saying that so I don't have to spell check...mom.)
There once was a girl
Who dreamed she had curls
Her Momma's she'd longingly twirl
But in the morning she wakes
Her soul it does ache
For a man from an opposite world
She wanders she sings
Her voice gives her wings
And she flies to the opposite world
And there in his arms
She senses no harm
And her hair grows long down in swirls
And the moon it glows
Oh the moon it grows
On the opposite worlds' desert floor
There love will survive
Their souls come alive
On the opposite side of the door
A young man is waiting
His timing he's hating
The opposite world is in storm
He knows if he goes
Her face will not show
And all of his life he will mourn
And the moon it glows
Oh the moon it grows
On the opposite worlds' desert floor
There love will survive
Their souls come alive
On the opposite side of the door
In stories we're told
Some day we grow old
And our children will cry they will mourn
Don't wait for the day
When you can't fly away
To the opposite worlds' shining shore
For a haunting will take you
Your memories will fade you
Your young heart will guide you no more
You'll howl out and pray
Another chance will give way
To find love like you found once before
Oh the moon it glows
Oh the moon it grows
On the opposite worlds' desert floor
There love will survive
Their souls come alive
On the opposite side of the door
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