Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

loved and lived

starflowers

i was lost in search of you
i thought you were a myth
i was late in reaching you
i know you would have lived

and still the petals are burning
though the flowers are dead
and still the stars are turning
though the cold night has fled

such a way of losing you
i'd take a lifetime to heal
such a waste of missing you
i pray i won't have to feel

and still the petals are burning
though the flowers are dead
and still the stars are turning
though the cold night has fled

i was late in reaching you
i know you could have lived

Words and music by Ana Raffali (anaraffali muzik ent.)