August 2, 2003

  • Creamy white skin
    Atop ivory sheets
    Her body and soul exhausted
    From the lonely day to day

    Satin black hair
    Fans across her pillow
    She lays her head to rest
    In wistful wait of his call

    Unable to sleep
    In her empty bed
    Without the sound
    Of his masculine voice
    Wishing her good night
    And sweet dreams

    He is
    The very beat of her heart

    Choices must be made
    Will tonight be the night?

    He gauges each step
    Which road must he choose?
    So little to offer
    So much to lose
    Caught for now
    Between love and sin
    He just can't break
    Her heart again
    So he takes the road
    He knows too well
    Sparing the life she has made
    From his personal hell

    Choices must be made
    Tonight is the night

    On the tear stained pillow
    She finally closes her eyes
    As the very beat of her heart

    Stops

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