ARMAGEDDON
Speak softly to the tune, it plays out in the night,
and do not fear that God has named the song.
Division is the rule, and the fools make our way,
and their might has brought it down on a world going wrong.
I'll still love you in Spring, and in Summer, Winter, Fall,
as the night has settled in, I'll love you through the end.
and He has told me this, I'll know you after night,
when I fall in love again, and meet you as a friend.
The last of everyone's been written on His page.
I've told how we will end, in all the words I write.
And these, the words from you, forever sing His love,
but I'm the fool they blame, for bringing on the night.
Speak softly to the tune, it changes before long,
into a battle cry, dividing right from wrong.
© September 17, 2002 ron wilson
YOU'VE COME TO ME
You've come to me, out from the time of in between
the midnight dark and where first morning light is seen,
in all the wildest dreams of me
I never thought such love could be,
but now love takes me places I have never been;
you've come to me, from dreams that only love can know
and taken me to places only love can go,
although I thought love couldn't be
so swift and sure--you were for me;
and made my life reveal things only love can show.
you've come to me, when least I was expecting you
then made my heart believe some things it never knew,
and then you took the love of me
the love I thought could never be,
and showed me through the end, as only love can do.
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