"End of the World" Skeeter Davis |
Why does the moon go on shining ? Why does the sea rush to shore ? Don't they know it's the end of the world, "Cause you don't love me anymore ? Why do the birds go on singing ? Why do the stars glow above ? Don't they know it's the end of the world ? It ended when I lost your love. |
I wake up every morning and I wonder, Why everything's the same as it was ? I can't understand, no I can't understand, How life goes on the way it does. |
Why does my heart go on beating ? Why do these eyes of mine cry ? Don't they know it's the end of the world ? It ended when you said goodbye. Why does my heart go on beating ? Why do these eyes of mine cry ? Don't they know it's the end of the world ? It ended when you said goodbye. |
This page will be unlike the others, this page has the words at the bottom for the song playing as it is a song of love and pain. this page also has a beginning word from "me" the person inside. If you have ever loved any one person in your life that was above all others, then you know what I am saying to you in my heart and in the writings and poems that will follow. May one or more of them touch you, and and help you clearly see the path you have chosen, or are about to choose. Hiding......... |
Time necessarily shapes our lives, we do not control it. Days guide us to days, A chartered course, a continuous trip. When we complete the journey, all that comes with us goes on. Today's sunset is tomorrow's dawn... |
I'm caught in this room, and there's no way out. I scream and shout, but no one hears my pleas, no one hears my cries, they just seem to ignore me. And oh how I've wished, from time to time, that I'd just rather die. Was it, is it so much to ask, just to be loved ? I'm now beginning to see that it was. But then I look around and see, that lonliness has gotten the best of me. It shelters all that I am, and all that I hold. It doesn't allow me to give to others, it's simply a part of " ME " |
WHO AM I ? I am beauty, I am grace, I am tons and tons of love coming to you. Ecstasies to come are pleasure pools of joy. This is my way of saying, I am good to the very last thought. I write poems of love, hurt, happiness, joy, and so much pain. I try to give hope to stand, I see you... Do you see me ?? To give love is a blessing, to give strength is a virture. To see who you are, and take control of your wings is wisdom. To fly is easy, to stay up there, is a whole different story........ WHO AM I ???? |
To express to you what I feel, could take a lot of time. Thoughts are buried so deep within, that words are hard to find. Still, there's this part of me that's longing to be heard. Longing still, to open up and soar with mighty birds. Longing still, to reach new heights of love and inner peace. Longing for this world to take the outstretched hand that I reach out. Yet another day goes by, and here I sit to write between these walls of silence, on this cold and lonely night, on this box of safety, for with this box and the internet, I am safe to some degree. When will I be free from this empty pain, free to hold another softly in my arms again. What makes a man choose his path ? What makes him what he is ? Was I the one that chose his life ? Or was it God's to give? The answers to my questions lie in time that has yet to come. And this is my expression of LIVING yet done. |
