Every night, I see your bedroom light on,
and I wonder; is anything wrong?
For every morning, you look grave and pale.
I know what you are going through, but we can't bail.
The heartache that you feel; is going to grow,
it would make you tremble, until you bow.
And your face, grave and pale,
till you die, the look would prevail.
"Welcome to my world" I would say if I could,
but rather help you out of it, I know I should.
Save those eyes, from being slightly wet.
Take you away from it, at the first chance I get.
For once the clouds set in, all would be lost,
this little endeavor of love, your life it would cost.
So for once talk to me, listen to what I have to say.
It's only me who can save you, don't keep me at bay.
Run from this now, and beware the comfort clutches your hands.
Run before you too turn into a castle of sand
