Within truth is seldom told from the
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
So wonderful are dreams when dreaming of you your
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
In Dreams *** Let me sleep a little longer
Savage Love **** Your deviant lips are bittersweet the taste
Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
In Grace Your beauty awakens me stirring my spirit
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
The passing star fades into the night and so does these notions