What we’re doing every day,
Only trying to make our way,
Through our thoughts and things we say,
What we like and what we may.
Writing started long ago,
As a manner to express,
To tell someone: “I love you so”,
And “I’ll never love you less”.
When we were parted…
The wind rustles through the trees,
The pain, more than conscience sees.
I’m just a bird that’s already flown away,
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay,
I have this longing that’s impossible to ignore,
Still, there’s so much that I’ve got left in store.
My soul is soaring high above the clouds,
My mind is making its way to the sun and moon,
My soul is about to reach the stars,
I’m afraid they’ll both reach too soon.