Dedicated to Joseph,
the only thought i think,
for him in sight,my eyes only blink.
my words for him,only speak
around Joseph my body gets weak
among all the numbers,
you are first.
and you are the drink,
that clenches my thirst
with the touch of your lips,kiss away the sorrow i weep.
with the touch of your hand,fly us away, because with you nothing is to high or steep
with the reflection in your eyes,let us reflect on a memory we shall keep.
dreams can't make you cry,
because they are unreal,
but they can leave you wondering why,
they are not real
