I try to paint pictures drawn from my world
A song is my canvas, brush strokes are words
But do I portray love that is just my ideal?
Like sculptures of stone that can never be real?
For I am a man with romance in my soul
Do I cry for the moon as I reach for my goal?
Looking for a perfect love, looking for a perfect love
Born of such innocence, how little we save
Our spirits are tempered from cradle to grave
If one drop of virtue can somehow survive
From oceans of doubt all our dreams can arise
For I am a man with the child in his soul
I live on my hopes as I follow that road
Looking for a perfect love, looking for a perfect love
A thirst for perfection is in every heart
Like the painter who won't be content with his art
For those who drink deeply all dreams heavy wine
Look for heaven on earth, see a world more divine
Looking for a perfect love, looking for a perfect love
Looking for a perfect love, looking for a perfect love
2 comments:
Born of such innocence, how little we save,
Our spirits are tempered from cradle to grave.
Beautiful words,i must say.Anyway. Why we fooling ourselves? Please.We do NOT live on planet ideal.So, any form of suspision is valid.It would be rather superficial to conclude that a person is lacking in innocence , simply because he/she thinks about possibilities.In fact too much ignorance = stupidity.People can be soo lame/easy that it forces a grin out of you...eventually you strike them off your care list.Innocence is soo precious, not all deserve it.The few who manage to filter through the facade will understand anyway.Complex! i know .If you got bored, go straight to Metallica's words... SAD BUT TRUE!!!
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