They tell you that a heart of gold
Is one that’s made to feel.
With torch in hand I’ll take the cold,
Protective plates of steel.
As East to West, shall twain not meet,
Can I ever hope to meld?
From North to South, turns my smile from sweet,
When I think that all’s well, that ends weld.
x
FBTP
They tell you that a heart of gold
Is one that’s made to feel.
With torch in hand I’ll take the cold,
Protective plates of steel.
As East to West, shall twain not meet,
Can I ever hope to meld?
From North to South, turns my smile from sweet,
When I think that all’s well, that ends weld.
x
FBTP
They tell you that a heart of gold
Is one that’s made to feel.
With torch in hand I’ll take the cold,
Protective plates of steel.
If fate commits to intervene,
And love, I can’t be one.
Then I shall place such in between,
Me,..myself,..and none.
x FBTP
They tell you that a heart of gold
Is one that’s made to feel.
With torch in hand I’ll take the cold,
Protective plates of steel.
If fate commits to intervene,
And love, we can’t be one.
Then I shall place such in between,
Me,..myself,..and none.
x FBTP