You begin to flow my way
i begin to feel your chill...

A mother or a mom
makes a difference...

I sit and stare at you
your piercing eyes...

Your body has grown
your beard is the same...

Today we lost a friend
god knew it was his time...

You were so cute
so orange...

I sit here and wounder
what am i in this for if all we do is argue...

I lost you the other day
as if i lost the beat in my heart...

I loved you at that moment
the moment you stayed...

Love it
just waiting for that one night...

Your eyes, your smile
your voice...

Using my hands not my voice
i speak to you with knowledge...