| Mike Lasala |
| Acoustic | Rock | Evolving | Soul |
| All contents copyright M. Lasala 2001 - 2004 |
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| Victoria's Song |
| To be young and dissillusioned I know well For it has been the cream in my life's coffee The abstractness of the paintings in my mind's eye Often confuse me But to witness this sentiment in you Is a wake-up call I'm not ready to hear So young in age and wise in years Your fake smiles suppress so many tears And I've seen you give And I've seen them take Those things which cannot be replaced And in the emptiness of yourself I hear you cry silently for help And I can only listen (Lead Break) And you told me that you could Escape this unjustified life sentence The esctacy in your bloodshot eyes Spoke louder than words last night And you told me tonight that you're leaving And I felt sad I wanted to tell you don't go But I can only listen and tell you just how I feel I can only listen Listen for the sweet sound of your voice Calling to tell me you're fine |