Meadows with rows of flowers.
Trees encircle them as if to protect there innocence.
Untouched,
Except by nature.
Feel the fall breeze.
Smell the cold fragrance,
Isolated from the world.
To think,
And to be yourself.
Closing my eyes and see your picture on my shelf.
I will be a mist in the wind,
Waiting for you to come home.
Where you have a lonely heart to mend.
And may my love send you back down that empty road you roam.
And I hope in your search,
You see me in your eyes when you look in the mirror.
And maybe I could be lucky enough,
That you might find a tear.
It seems so long since you've been gone.
You left without saying goodbye.
I walk entwined within the trees,
As if to hide behind there outstretched arms.
They seem to comfort my hurt.
Only the leaves can hear my cries.
In my eyes,
I can see your smile.
In my heart,
I can hear your laughter.
I hope in your travel,
You find your way home.
I will still be here,
Just the way you left me.
I will be a mist in the wind,
Waiting for you to come home.
Where you have a lonely heart to mend.