Though I walk with my head held high, shoulders back, smile bright down that hallway of window lights, each time I meet your eyes it hurts so much to look up again To see you walking away with someone else rather than feeling your approach behind me.
Always thinking of the people to come Who will be unconsciously affected by my ghosting traces of life Never stopping to think of the ghosts Which surround my pacing feet, and flexing lungs With each step they take, and breath they gulp
There's nothing like a warm breeze blanket to wake up wrapped in Nothing like a rhythmic stomp on sand to be made aware of your strength There's nothing like a first touch, smile, or warm hand Nothing like a hope of love or fate