Treasure Island

Christopher Julian

(12/26/82 / Baltimore, Maryland U.S.A)

Blinded


Blinded by sight and things I fear
Always pushing away the ones I hold near
They will never know the things I fear
The pain and suffering of the ones I hold dear
My heart is a stone, never to break
The misconceptions you have of my fate
My fate is my fate it's my fate
But for change it's never too late
My fate, but my heart will not break
A stone in it's place, my heart did not race
Until I met you and saw your beautiful face
Perfection in every way
Love is a distant memory to me
You changed that for me today
I hate when you leave
I'm begging you to stay
Not just for now
But till the end of days
I'll love you in every way

Submitted: Monday, December 24, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, May 03, 2011
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