Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Whispers

Singing my heart out,

One Sunday morning,
amongst the crowd,
I saw you and I smiled.

I wonder if you noticed me,
my eyes met yours,
and right there on I whispered,
a simple prayer of chance.

CH.
God listen to my plead,
Give us another chance to meet,
Nothing less, Nothing More,
All I want is another chance.

I don't know how many angels,
delivered this whispher,
but God heard it for sure,
For I was given this chance.

We met not only with eyes,
but our hearts intertwined,
I found a friend in him,
and I wanted to keep it there.

CH.
God listen to my plead,
Give us another chance to meet,
Nothing less, Nothing More,
All I want is another chance.

I found a lot of chances,
because of my simple whispers,
Whispers that turned into music,
music of prayers in perfect melody.

And it all began
with a simple whisper,
whisper of prayers,
prayers of chances,
chances turned into fate.

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