Standing before you I am lost Surrounded by endless mists Directionless My breath becomes gasps My hands tremble I stumble forward But you are gone Vanished In the Mists
I once knew a curious child Questions he had more than a few I often wonder what happened to that child Perhaps he starved from questions left unanswered
I wished upon a falling star But I did not know the stars were in your eyes Nor that the star which fell was mine Wrapped in a tear falling from your eye