Shaking from the softest touch of wind,
Lying underneath a tree for protection...

Patiently I watch as my world is shattered,
Pieces falling from every recollected memory...

Straight ahead is a light no one can see,
Far off in the distance where hope lies...

Bruised, broken, tattered and torn,
Only from these will love be born...

"If I was confused... would you make...
I ask her with words written in a letter...

I refuse to let you keep pushing me around,
Stop smothering me unless you want me to break...

I fell in love with a single white rose,
She's not a red one or a pink one...

How many inches is it until we cross the line?
One, two, maybe even three steps to take...

Years of locked emotions suffer investigation,
Cracking at the seams you're holding so close...

Always moving back and forth in time,
Running through memories of our past...

Through all these torn emotions I believe,
Love will find it's way to the surface...

Angel with wings pure of heart,
Hear my plea on this lonely night...