Beneath the tree's.....
The falling stars...

We look for a life,
of who we are....

Without a trace,
of what's to be...

Could it be a life,
of you and me...

As the wind blows,
into the sun..

We look for all the  reasons,
to stay or run...

Bound by light,
we live in the night...

With broken dreams,
and mislead lies...

The passion in life,
can sometimes die...