Are you the tree in the graveyard, or the fallen star I search for in the sky? You said the sky was the limit can you see me now, soaring beyond your reach?
I search for you in the faces of ghosts I once feared to face. Do you follow me, as I follow the trace of your steps?
Do you see me in the sun, its light burned into my eyes eyes that are yours, but carry a void you left?
Is it you in the fog, holding me close when I can't breathe? Am I drowning in it, or is it your arms that wonβt let go?
Do you hear my cry, echoing in the thunderβs roar a sound that's very similar to yours now swallowed by the storm?