Do I still call out to the saints?
If my nightly prayers remained
Unanswered
For the longest time

For how I longed
To hold her hands
To gaze at her eyes
To be eternalized as one

But my delusions
Were always shattered by the faint of heart
That weighs, unsteadily heavy still

Cause everywhere I go
I’m confronted by my fears
And everyday I hoped
That even after all these years
That someday, you’ll be mine

I keep on formulating
Various questions in my mind
But I’m too scared to know,
Of the answers I will find
If ever, you replied

But I’ll find, the words, to say
I’ll find, the words, to say
Someday

Regrets come to play
At the form of actions undone
That up to this day, still religiously haunt me
As shadows of the past

Her, being a constant audience of one
In my theatric, electric dreams
Looking up to that fictional stage
With diamond eyes that seem to gleam

A bitter reminder of what could have been the sweetest tale ever told
Oh, what I’d give for her to be mine to hold

Keep your distance away from the bright burning lights
Give me a sign that you will be all right
Let me have this dance to show you the wrongs and rights
Although the lessons can't be fit into one night