It's always around when no one can see,
A glimpse into the truth of how you feel
Just within the thought, the written music,
No one can hear me, I am like a dream,
I fly in your sleep, yet leave you when
You wake up and find in your mirror image,
A tear that has yet to start forming
At your already wet and misty eye.
You seem to become the storm front,
The liquid that will only flood inside,
But never will show because you're more
"Mature" than to let any feelings fly at night.