If you're not the one~
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?
I never know what the future brings, but I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through…And I hope you are the one I share my life with
Don't want to run away but I can't take it…
I don't understand; If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
I don't know why you’re so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through; and I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
I don’t want to run away but I can't take it
I don't understand… If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Cause, I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
Cause, I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
I don't want to run away but I can't take it
I don't understand… If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms…
2003(c) Daniel Bedingfield
December 17, 2005 - Little bit of something to remember
Editors Note:
Something special that hits the heart, words written, possibly in the dark. Sometimes words have a way to lend a sight that is blinded by shadows deep within side. A little bit of something to remember was sent to remind me, what is true to ones self and cherish the memories.
Sometimes remembering what is lost, sometimes remembering what holds people in the dark, sometimes remembering how people act, sometimes remembering why things have gone bad. Know that no matter how dark things may seem, there is always a light that is to be found, with the right search beam. Look deep within ones self and know who you are, grant yourself the power to over come the obstacles. And if you want something bad enough, something so pure and true, then fight for what is right and have your wish granted tonight.
This piece is not something I wrote but was sent to me by someone very special. It is something that is deeply special to me on several levels, but for now, it shall be marked, as one of my “treasured” and placed in that jar, I keep close to my heart. No matter what lye’s ahead, no matter how dark each road is, no matter how distance or shallow, no matter the outcome, the treasured jar will never be touched, it’s what holds me bound to those things I love.
December 17, 2005 - Little bit of something to remember
Editors Note:
Something special that hits the heart, words written, possibly in the dark. Sometimes words have a way to lend a sight that is blinded by shadows deep within side. A little bit of something to remember was sent to remind me, what is true to ones self and cherish the memories.
Sometimes remembering what is lost, sometimes remembering what holds people in the dark, sometimes remembering how people act, sometimes remembering why things have gone bad. Know that no matter how dark things may seem, there is always a light that is to be found, with the right search beam. Look deep within ones self and know who you are, grant yourself the power to over come the obstacles. And if you want something bad enough, something so pure and true, then fight for what is right and have your wish granted tonight.
This piece is not something I wrote but was sent to me by someone very special. It is something that is deeply special to me on several levels, but for now, it shall be marked, as one of my “treasured” and placed in that jar, I keep close to my heart. No matter what lye’s ahead, no matter how dark each road is, no matter how distance or shallow, no matter the outcome, the treasured jar will never be touched, it’s what holds me bound to those things I love.
