Colin Todd Andreas
A forbidden love the tears at my heart and eats at my soul, all that I want is for someone to hold
She's there in my mind, again in my sleep, when day becomes reality . . . gone . . .
yes she went, with the sounds of the moon, heavenly sent
I call to her each day and sing to her each night, hoping she hears in wonder and delight
I know where she sleeps, I know where she plays, I wish I could go, but forbidden . . . no, I must stay away
She is young and beautiful, yet patient and wise;