Days pass slowly
Without you here...

It's as if the glare from the fuelling sun
is now brighter than i ever thought it could be...

Your hands still feel the same,
Like the first time I met you...

With these wings I'll fly so high,
For all the days I've had to cry...

A trickle of tear glosses my skin;
The rain outside has started...

His face displays such ageing purity;
So innocent yet hiding so much pain...

Oh son, you're such a charming boy,
With your shining smile and translucent eyes...

I remember that dream, like I dreamt it last...
And I can only hope that it can be repeated...

He's a man with a past, scars all around,
Which have engraved themselves into him...

Two years ago last Friday, he took to that...
And announced that he was going to paint...

I've never really been the kind
Of person to be so naive...

I could grab my wings and fly away;
Wake myself up to a brand new day...