If my soul had a shape
It would be a house,
you would decorate it with warmth
and the lost would find a home there.
My front porch is a stage
where guest performers and the stars could engage.
The melodic sounds of the wind compete
With the methodical tempo of your heart beat.
If my soul had a shape.
It would be a house,
you would decorate it with warmth
and the lost would find a home there.
My front porch is a stage
where guest performers and the stars could engage.
The melodic sounds of the wind compete
With the methodical tempo of your heart beat.
If my soul had a shape.
Fill my home with love and laughter
Lets drown in the idea of happily ever after.
- A.D.
i love this, aww-drey deaaah
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