Listen to the heartbeat of the night,
Listen to the rolling over thunder.
You can never know, you can just wonder
Why the thunder touches you deep inside.
Maybe it reminds you of the ones
You have left behind years ago,
And the memories hunt you high and low
Even if you’re sure they have no chance.
Lightning strikes and memories arise
As alive as they have never been.
These memories are more than just a dream,
You don’t even have to close your eyes.
You keep counting seconds till they’re gone,
Grim suspicions shiver down your spine,
Your pulse tends directly to flat line,
It seems like they won’t leave you on your own.
Suddenly you see a ray of light –
Morning sun arises into the skies
Fetching up the hope before it dies,
Chasing down the memories of the night …
The memories of the night
© Copyright: -Шерри , 2005
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