- Jul 2, 2003
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I was not born here.
It follows that
My inspiration is here.
I am but a transplant into her destination
Out of touch, out of reach
Out of the frame
Tilted by a woman’s love to gain
Destined to be closer to the beat
Of my inspiration
Another day has passed
I look over the horizon and wonder
How long will it last?
Perhaps a life time I suppose
As long as I am breathing
On my mind she impose
I am not easily impressed
Her mark made deep in my chest
All possibilities, dreams I plan to weave
She knows I long for her inspiration.
It follows that
My inspiration is here.
I am but a transplant into her destination
Out of touch, out of reach
Out of the frame
Tilted by a woman’s love to gain
Destined to be closer to the beat
Of my inspiration
Another day has passed
I look over the horizon and wonder
How long will it last?
Perhaps a life time I suppose
As long as I am breathing
On my mind she impose
I am not easily impressed
Her mark made deep in my chest
All possibilities, dreams I plan to weave
She knows I long for her inspiration.