I see him walking down
the line
Pondering Above in his
mind
Not seeing where he's
going
his feelings he's not
showing
Not seeing what is
me
Not seeing anything
Differently
not seeing the clear
fact
that im in love with our
past
He has reached the point of
choice
One goes toward my
voice
the other to days so
lost
How will he know when he's walking
blind
on a road to what may be our
life.
