She Comes To Me
Craving like a hungry wind she is in front of me, talking about her dreams making sense of every thought she speaks glowing radiantly mine.
by Gerard Taylor
She comes to me like a drug I long await and with the changing season she alters my state of mind, like no other substance I could ever find.
She comes to me unlike jesus and what his fathers bibles preach and all a govermentsmoney could ever teach, She comes to me.