When you fall asleep
And lost in dreams
Does your heart keep
What no one sees?
Does your soul speak words
Of times gone by
And the stars at night
Keep the truth inside?
When your breathing slows
And your eyes are closed
Does your mind subside
To the still of night?
When the wind brakes free
And the leaves all fall
Do your thoughts belong
To you at all?
And when the moon will wane
Does your soul remain
Chained in fear and pain
Only free to strain?
When the truth you know
Seems to seldom go
Will your heart still beat
As at night you sleep?
And when a star shoots down
From the midnight sky
Will you still be here
Always at my side?
When your soul weeps
For the tears you keep
Will you ever find
That you will be free?
And when the morning dawns
Upon a brand new day
Will your soul still find
A journey laid?
And if you listen close
To the morning sun
Will your dreams come true
Only One by one?
And if all is said
When all is done
Does your heart belong
To at least someone?
And if  goodbye becomes
What today will be
Will you think of life
And remember me....

If it turns back to you
The next move yours to make,
Will you always be true
If once you choose to partake?
If the next move falls to me
I promise this clearly
I wont run and back away
Theres so much that i want to say
Especially to you

If the ball lands in your court
And its up to you you see
Will you choose to notiçe me
Or will you run and flee?
If its up to only me
And luck smiles down easily
I tell you this  truthfully
I will play oh so paitintly
If only i can  make you see

Time becomes the master
Days and nights to keep
If all i am is easy
For you i will fall deep
Every season has its turn
Every day a purpose
But will i find relief
From your obscureness?

Yes if it comes back to you
And what it is that you do
Will you still be truthfull
If you decided too
Tell me goodbuye?
And this i long from you
To never let this be
For if it is up to you
I guess i have to leave

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.