My subconscious keeps me honest
It knows just who I am.
It knows my darkest secrets,
It knows my whole life plan.

Sometimes in dreams it tells me
The things that I forget
The things I have left behind,
The things I wait for yet.

I guess at times I've divorced myself
From the person that's inside.
From the flaws now hidden,
From the dreams I hide.

But my subconscious wants me happy
And so I'll listen now
And so I'll feed subconscious
And so I'll make me proud

I watch with pride as you stand there
Just as handsome, same dark hair.
Doing what you've watched me do,
Before: you'd let me help you too.

You talk with strength you learnt from me,
You teach, you learn, you serve, you lead.
As your hero though, you don't quite see,
You four are my greatest legacy.

Not the awards, or triumphs or stories.
Neither my work or former glories.
For as I watch, you still so young
You already are so far along.

The things I wanted and crafted for,
The person that I wasn't before
You've become the heroes in my eyes,
I guess it shouldn't be surprised.

Because you look for something higher
You've learnt my greatest skill: desire.
It makes me proud because I find,
They are just like mine.

In looks on faces
And movie lines
From quiet places
To remembered times

Always I seem to find
I cannot but stop and think of you.

The old ticket stubs
And restaurant meals
Our sporting clubs
And running in heels

Always I seem to feel
I cannot but stop and think of you

The brightest smile
My favourite yet
Every mile
Was worth the debt

Cos since we first proper met
I cannot but stop and think of you

We are strangers now,
Well strangers again;
My life is empty of you my friend.
Back to where we once started.
You pass me by like a ghost,
Out of everything it hurts the most.

It was meant to be a new life:
But this is not the one I wanted,
For now; I am haunted.
Every call, every message,
I hope to see your name there.
Now though I wonder if you even care

Do you wander too?
Through these streets alone.
Do you feel deserted in your own home?
Are you kept up at night,
By dreams of what’s passed.
Wonder of how long the pain can last.

We are strangers now,
But only by choice.
Yet oh how I yearn for this strangers voice.