And every song I've ever heard,
Is pounding in my mind.
As every tear I've ever cried,
Is sliding down my cheek.
I sit and wait,
And wait I will,
For my dear angel.
His heart of gold,
And wings blowing delicately
Ever so slightly in the winter breeze.
And when he chose,
He chose to leave
That was his own choice to make.
His hand no longer wipes my tears.
And as I wait.
Sit and wait.
I sew up my shredded heart.
And a feather drifts across my face.
I feel his breath on my hair,
Taste his lips upon my own,
As the pain in my chest sharpens.
I finally understand.
The gentle breeze from his heart,
Will never again blow my way.
