As the bless of the clear blue sky,
Where the light begins to shine...
How you wonder when that you'll have another day....
And bear what needs at bay...
Its as the light becomes dimmer,
As well as a slight pinch or minor blow...
Where the passing of breath,
Seems to slit with pain...
How you wonder will it go away....
As the morning breeze flew by me....
with the breath when I say you name,
As the night whispers to the dark...
For when I longed with an empty heart...
Will you be there?
Will you be there?
Time of in the beginning,
Where the sweetness of innocence and youth have yet to bear,
and shall its passing have brought sorrow and solemn a snear...
Even if it seems to dwell with maturity...
Take me there....
Take me there....
As I smell the first fresh air,
As I see the first light,
As I take what I cant bear,
As I imagine the sight of your beauty within my last share,
Would you be there?
As I hear the crickets sing,
As I hear the silent screams,
The solitary life of the isolation,
The tears I tried to held,
As I clutch my memories with you,
The whispers of the past that haunts,
For the whispers I hope you'll here,
Come back to me....
Come back to me....
