That sound...what is that sound
A voice?
So clean. So fluid
Emotions so deep flow into the passing
of summer and spring
The magnificence of awakening to something
So rare...¦so new
Images dreaming softly in slow dances
That wrap themselves so tightly around our doubts
I touch your face
You touch mine, so tender with my needs
So strong in our desire to be free
The definitions of his statement colors the skyline
He was that one last feeling
He was the music the morning after resurrection
Of pain and prayers
In the twisted honor of good and bad
Cus, you never miss a good thing till it leaves you
I finally realize that I need you
Heartbroken I am
Please strike my heart once again
