When you write please tell me about your eyes, How they look in the clear night skies, Or the hot sunny days. Ask others what they see, and then tell me, Because I'm desperate to remember, You see i'm forgetting the very thing, that held me together.
Hello? Is anybody out there? You said you would be there You said you would catch me If I fell Well I'm starting to think you lied Because now I'm calling for help And no one is answering my cries
The space between your fingers, your breaths, is there room enough for me to find a little place? because love is not a person nor is it a chase. Love is a soul that invites people inside to say grace. For every ounce of love that leaves its trace upon that soul who says, "Come there's room enough." you're home.