why should you worry when the world is in such a hurry eyes are blurry
there's something in me that wants to get next to me try and forget thee
pen to the vision that you have been wishing to be my faithful friend you understand
each passing day gives wings to pray perhaps another way sit out in the shade

come to me among treasured vespered leaves the triumphant swing of self to please
hearts that come together through an argument come to tempt its coincidence