No one would ever compose a song for me
because who notices what I feel...

Time is cut off,
like the airway to my breathing...

Sin scars your heart,
constituting a false sense of reassurance...

Warm medley softens
cross and waning eyes that search...

I am waiting for him.
Not the handsome stranger...

I never anticipated staying the night
under groggy stars and cloudless dark...

Without the rain
my heart would be a barren desert...

Even in the tiniest parts of Creation
everything begins with a dream...

Memories rust
the lock to our hearts...

I have picked fruits of the finest love
for a man who I may never meet...

I feel this night will not end
because when she moves...

Walking barefoot has never felt this good,
to throw restrictions further...