I look deep into the soul of an open book, with no desired ending.
The smiles of thoose who have passed are present to his face.His voice echoes as he lingers through the room.
I can feel his presence as he whispers to me...
"I love your soul", He speaks no lie for he is the heart of my being.
He is the road I walk alone for it has no bonderes, he is the sun on my face the wind in my hair, He is life.
