I need no crimson skies at dawn, nor warmth of morning's light.
I need no songs the world can sing, nor colors bold and bright.
I need no gold's eternal gleam, nor diamonds' shining grace.
I need no earthly joys or thrills,
No worldly, fleeting trace.
All I wish, all I crave,
Is for you to be real, to feel you're near.
All I wish, all I yearn,
Is to whisper a soft "hello" so clear.
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 4:55 PM UTC
I need no crimson skies at dawn, nor warmth of morning's light.
I need no songs the world can sing, nor colors bold and bright.
I need no gold's eternal gleam, nor diamonds' shining grace.
I need no earthly joys or thrills,
No worldly, fleeting trace.
All I wish, all I crave,
Is for you to be real, to feel you're near.
All I wish, all I yearn,
Is to whisper a soft "hello" so clear.