Teardrops From the Temple of Love
We are all children from the Heavenly garden...
Regardless of the weeping that sometimes does us pardon...
Crying in the vine when a favourite toy disappears...
Where sometimes there is no sign of life through these mirrors...
Standing in the rain...we cry and weep...
Sometimes praying for that Eternal sleep...
Trying with a heavy heart that has since come apart...
With a weight upon one's soul, that has lost complete control...
Crowning the face of each choice when truths do appear...
Finding direction, changing routes not yet visible or perfectly clear...
All of our paths crossed for genuine reasons I do believe...
fate we sit in the shadows lost....wishing to perceive...
Every last soul's wish that we could change what we cannot arrange...
All the pain that does drip down as rain...
We'll let the drops fall, whether large or quite small...
Until love sets us free once again....
A co written piece by Christian McNeil and Liam Mc Daid
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