Falling slowly hoping to be caught
Recalling the last time that I had been dropped
large open sky a clear blue day
Then tossed to the side set drifting away
...
And then the waters went rough fast
I know its over but the memories last
Above the surface of what once was
Not deep enough to feel the true love
...
Everything's cool)
Swept
Falling slowly hoping to be caught
Recalling the last time that I had been dropped
large open sky a clear blue day
Then tossed to the side set drifting away
Like a leaf or feather as it tumbles to the ground
Isolated and alone not looking to be found
But the thing about leaves is that they can be picked up again
All you need is some wind, a person, a friend