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Forgive me ... by Arabian Oud {R}


Forgive me
For I can’t be in your life no more,
For I can’t live with you no more in this place I called home,
For causing all this pain and giving you wounds
And leaving you in the middle of the road,
For not being your everlasting sunshine,
For not being your moral support,
For I can not be your dream no more,
And I no longer can be your happiness,
Forgive me......
For not playing with you in a garden of roses, For not being the moon you once desired,
For not being your morning and night,
Forgive my heart for falling in love with you,
Forgive my eyes, for staring at your angelic face,
I blame my heart, for its at fault for your damage,
So forgive me all together O’ beloved,
For coming in your life as a dark sky,
I don’t know why this is happening,
But I know I won’t ever be in love again,
My eyes cry in silence and I drink my tears,
Forgive me, for I ask thee for pardon.
Woe unto me, Woe unto me, my heart moans

Image Location: Hyde Park, London
2005

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