Post by steven on May 11, 2015 0:52:03 GMT
*Grrasnak Lucthreatia didn't exactly know why the song came to mind as he walked through the forest. Perhaps it was the discussion he had with Quinn the night before. Yes, that was probably it. The minotaur half-dragon smiled to himself. The song was one he remembered from his childhood. It had been performed by two master human bards who had come to the elven city. He had been humming the tune to himself all afternoon. And with seemingly nobody around, he started singing. Two distinct voices. One Tenor. One Baritone. Both from him. He was making his way to the lake as he sang, the sound echoing through the Forest were he was*
Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through
Oh, love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
*here he whistled the tone for a bit*
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
*Grrasnak didn't care if anybody had heard him. It wasn't a love song to anybody in particular. Just a simple song about love. He smiled as he stood there at the water's edge watching his reflection in the water. They were good memories of his childhood.*
Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through
Oh, love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
*here he whistled the tone for a bit*
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
*Grrasnak didn't care if anybody had heard him. It wasn't a love song to anybody in particular. Just a simple song about love. He smiled as he stood there at the water's edge watching his reflection in the water. They were good memories of his childhood.*