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Rise Above the Moon by A. J. Windless The other night I tried to say that I love you, The other night you tried to say that we were through, If you could make up your mind, If I could have my own mind, My pain would turn to rapture, My heart would beat much faster. The other night I tried to write and play this song, The other night you tried to fight and slay this song, If you could do the humming, If I could do the strumming, Our song would have a tune, It'd rise above the moon. Around these parts all the talk would be of you and I, On the charts our song would have a tune that’d rise so high, If you could do the humming, If I could do the strumming, Our song would have a tune, It’d rise above the moon. Now today I try to break through that wall, Now today you say that you will never fall, If you could learn to give love, If I could only live love, We could sail today, Drift your fears away. From the shores of the past our ship would sail to sea, Coming back full of love, just for you and me. If you could do the humming, If I could do the strumming, Our song would have a tune, It’d rise above the moon. To read the story behnind this poem or to listen to the song (click here) |