I'm a prisoner of war. Prisoner of my own love. To my heart I swore. I have an angel watching above. Whispering within the air, Where I thought I heard no sound. To this day I swear, By white wings I was found. The eyes they had stole, Tell me I am wrong. I feel angels touch my soul, "Don't worry, it wont be long." This heart had collided, Into a concrete wall. No battle is ever one sided. These angels wont let me fall. I thought the world was empty. That no angels lived in this place. Suddenly they showed me, When I looked up at your face. I'm a prisoner of war. Prisoner of my own love. To my heart I swore. I have an angel watching above.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Prisoner of my own love
Posted by everything has been figured out;except how to live at 4:05 AM
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