Life for me was hollow,
Color's were just a shade,
Beautiful! Inside you I see! Just warming up with the A and the B.
Craving your voice, I missed you so much,
Through all I said, and all I've shown,
you must know by now your not alone.
I come and go just like a wave,
Not one to hold you like a slave.
As the winter moon reflects upon the icy river valley,
a soul searches the darkness of his own mind,
where the water of life and resource once flowed abundant,
has frozen over with the changing of the seasons.
Could it be you?
Could it be true?
Give me the case,