 J.E. Millias~Ophelia |
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J.E. Millias~Ophelia |
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Cry Ophelia, cry... until the ocean flows from your eyes teach the world what it means to feel your emptiness inside Cry Ophelia, cry... because the pain is at it's worst be sure to hide your face, though for it's letting go that hurts Cry Ophelia, cry... and stand up to fight your fears no longer can you sink and drown beneath your tears Cry Ophelia, cry... while an angel sits at your side she'll hold you close beneath her wings until the moon pulls you with the tide Cry Ophelia, cry... let your ocean become your mind until you can remember how it felt in that moment of your life, just before you died Cry Ophelia, cry... and spread your wings again to fly |
allow the wind to take you to where your future lands and be sure to say goodbye Cry Ophelia, cry... you can't find the strength anymore to heal your mind, to heal your soul you life has ever changed, now allow yourself to soar Cry Ophelia, cry... sometimes there are things that you must never let go a part of you that searches for the joy within your life and emptied of your pain, the magic of your soul Cry Ophelia, cry... allow the tears to fall, let go of everything you carry deep inside allow someone the chance, the chance to hold it all... Cry Ophelia, cry... please though, Ophelia- before you spread your wings and fly, turn to say, Goodbye... December 1st, 1998. © Copyright Lady Guinevere Aislyn,1998. |
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Ophelia There is a willow grows aslant the brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy steam: here with fantastic garlands did she come. Of crow-flowers, nettles. Daisies and long Purples There on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hand an envious silver broke When down the weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. ~Arthur Hughes~ |
 John W. Waterhouse: Ophelia~1894 |
