they sat by the dawn
whispering fire
lost in a desire
to be young again

finding it strange
how things change
as we change

why isn't it still the same
oh, why isn't it still the same ?

she asked him
give me a name

she said
again and again

and he said nothing

not love
nor pain

just eyes to the sky
and mind for the horizon

he kept lingering

she wept whispering

and soon enough
there was a morning

with a sun rise
so beautiful

it made her cry