Your voice is a whisper in the wind.
Calling my name.
Your touch rolls with the sound of your voice.
Gently in the wind.
I can only picture what you look like.
Still I can hear your voice calling me.
An echo in your voice, her soft touch slides across my shoulder.
I don't know who she is.
Calling my name.
Still haven't found anything.
Trace's of your touch.
Running after something that doesn't exist.
She's everything I want.
Perfect voice.
A gentle touch.
She's all that and more.
But I can't find her.
She isn't real.
Just a thought.
She isn't real...
