I think of you and wonder if you ever think of me
What's going on in that head of yours
A wind blows through mine like a hurricane,
I hold on tight
But feels like the shelter in which I hide is slowly
Decaying with time
Where is your hand that I once use to hold
In my times of falling?
I reach out and now and all I feel is air
When once I would always know
But now I am left unsure
The sharp wind blows through my lonely fingers
Craving for your connection
One last look into the storm
I will stay here for now
But soon I will let it take me away
And forever lost this hand will be to you...
To me..
