Let me make you feel alive again
All you have to do is listen my love
Feel the power of my breath upon you
It is not the whisper of a grieving heart

I do not see torn holes in your web
Only the art of how you live
It’s like watching the moon reflect
From dark night shadowed windows

You cannot borrow my words
They can never be bought
You only have to believe in them
As in the knowledge of time passing

For while the dreams you possess
May have been born from sorrow
I will not question the father
Of a past that cannot let go

I would never untangle your heart
For the weaver may be your savior
It is within his spiraled will that I cling
For who you are is all that I love