Tulips are torn since the last you walked
And lingered my sight upon your senses
How long would it take for
Me to find you again
To cross the river with tears forgotten
I touched your face a mass of air
A sweet caress I hungered to stay
Slowly I crept to walk away from here
A prison for life I cannot touch
You
Where could you be?
I hope this might so reach
Flee to you
Home to you, where are you now?
My eyes can not see tampered and blinded
Your touch I can feel
Voice I barely hear
But sight I cannot adhere
Roses will fade each day and an after
And clouds might storm this wind of hopes
A battle for life reason of my life
This song I pray you might be touched
Until the last of air I might take
Again a lifetime I ought to live
Should we not meet, should we not see
To live again again to breathe
To wake up finally
And touch your face
And live each day with you
Until our very last.
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