The thought grows steady in my head
As the days are whipped away from us,
Will I leave all my feelings unspoken and unsaid
Or could I do it
Could I risk everything we've shared.
All the good times we have had
Just to speak the words that could turn our friendship bad
Or get the reply wished for countless times
Breathed whispering between the lines
My heart and soul are hanging by a thin thread
Longing to be out in the open wind
And be carried along by the breeze of fate
The night comes closer that I dread
When she leaves on her next journey.
While I may be left here to wait evermore
My wounded heart remain uncured
Since she'll not be back
Time is running out for confessions to be heard.
