Never Tear Us Apart

Don’t ask meWhat you know is trueDon’t have to tell youI love your precious heart

I was standingYou were thereTwo worlds collidedAnd they could never tear us apart
We could liveFor a thousand yearsBut if I hurt youI’d make wine from your tears
I told youThat we could fly‘Cause we all have wingsBut some of us don’t know why
I was standingYou were thereTwo worlds collidedAnd they could never, ever tear us apart
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The Color of the Night

 

“The Color Of The Night”

You and I moving in the dark
Bodies close but souls apart
Shadowed smiles and secrets unrevealed
I need to know the way you feel

I’ll give you everything I am
And everything I want to be
I’ll put it in your hands
If you could open up to me oh
Can’t we ever get beyond this wall

‘Cause all I want is just once to see you in the light
But you hide behind the color of the night

I can’t go on running from the past
Love has torn away this mask
And now like clouds like rain I’m drowning and
I blame it all on you I’m lost God save me

I’ll give you everything I am
And everything I want to be
I’ll put it in your hands
If you could open up to me oh
Can’t we ever get beyond this wall

‘Cause all I want is just once to see you in the light
But you hide behind the color of the night

I’ll give you everything I am
And everything I want to be
I’ll put it in your hands
If you could open up to me oh
Can’t we ever get beyond this wall

‘Cause all I want is just once forever and again
I’m waiting for you, I’m standing in the light
But you hide behind the color of the night
Please come out from the color of the night.

Boy at the Window

By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA

Consultant, Strategist, and Writer

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Boy at the Window

Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.
His tearful sight can hardly reach to where
The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes
Returns him such a God-forsaken stare
As outcast Adam gave to paradise.

The man of snow is, nonetheless, content,
Having no wish to go inside and die.
Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry.
Though frozen water is his element,
He melts enough to drop from one soft eye
A trickle of the purest rain, a tear
For the child at the bright pane surrounded by
Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear.