you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

from a testimonial that i found while surfing friendster..
8:06:00 PM
Sunday, February 27, 2005
bop to the top
We come from humble beginnings
and who could have guessed it
when you sit and doubt it
and things ain't all that bright
but we made it through the night.
It's like a game of truth or dare;
if you can make it here,
you'll make it anywhere.
That's what we've been told
but the stories getting old.

We started out many years ago.
No one will ever know how far we've really come
since we walked away and no more words to say
and we made a lot of sacrifice, undid a lot of ties,
fought a lot of fights to get where we are now.
Just don't ask me how.

honesty is the best policy