Wanted to cry out for help
Knowing well...

Trippin over the memories that have passed us by
Confused as to why...

The cry you heard all last night
The glass that broke...

Can you taste my pain?
Can you feel the rain...

You seem like you want me to stay
But my dreams are pulling me away...

A pretty little girl
Sitting in a tree...

This hopeful wisp of common sense
Has often lead me to your arms...

Rose petals all over the floor
My eyes on the door...

Your eyes of color
Curiosity led to wonder...

Built a structure of faith
Only to stop and fall once over again...

Flying through to future dreams
What are these emotions...

True being is freed
After your single touch...