I looked around with a sigh of contemplation
I feel the air like nothing before
The grass is the same,but it's time again,
To let it all go
Tears rolling down my face,
I clutch your wrist as tight as I can,
Cause I know it may be the last moment
That we are so close yet so apart
And as I climb the steps of Paddington,
The smoke rises,and the engine hoots
I don't look back cause I know that if I do,
I would see you crying and will run to you.
I sit there still, thinking of our fate,
Which set our paths so apart
That I just lay back with your scent in my hands
Which I know I will never hold again,
Cause it's the train to heaven,
And I'm on board
Waiting for you,
Holding on to your photo!
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC