death metal screeches in the background,
heart pounding,
headbanging ,
but your face is what I see.
your soul layed upon me.

daydreaming over what came to pass
and what shall be.
what shall become of you and I
endless memories flying by

truth be told, without "we" there is no me
no me to feel happy
no me to be free
your face is all I see.

so many things to be glad for
none of these compare to thee

your shining soul
belongs to me