I come home from the night air sky and working...
i sit down in this chair of mine...
No other man will have that voice,
That stole away my spirits choice...
Why it meant to be this way
All what i was trying is to love you...
The vision brought me into light,
Out of the darkness engulfing...
I wrote a poem that wasn't true
It was how I couldn't stop loving you...
Im here asking myself over and over why you played...
I built my whole world
around you...
It's a song, so it might not fit your poets eyes...
Tell me one more time...
Meeting you, how do i explain..
thought it was the day i would...
As frail as a book
The writing has fade...
I sit here in this lonely room
its dark and cold...
You were the one I felt so deeply for
You had opened up the closed door...