euthanasia
04-01-2003, 02:32 PM
Sunrise
I still can't decide what I like
To lay down
And receive the kisses from the sun
Or to slay me down
Release me to the pleasures
That go on when the lights are out
My face smiles at the bright
And I think it is not the same smile
As when I'm walking under the moon
Well you might guess we are people of the sun
Or we are kids born from the star
But every time one of us looks up
We let our souls talk a walk
Sunset
I still can't decide what I like
To lay down
And receive the kisses from the sun
Or to slay me down
Release me to the pleasures
That go on when the lights are out
My face smiles at the bright
And I think it is not the same smile
As when I'm walking under the moon
Well you might guess we are people of the sun
Or we are kids born from the star
But every time one of us looks up
We let our souls talk a walk
Sunset