Left things at goodbye
Pursued our separated lives
And we let go...

Then once upon a time,
Our paths crossed
We talked and laughed;
Everything returned.

They say if you love something,
Let it go.
If it comes back,
It's yours.

I'm still afraid --
Now that he came back,
But still he wasn't mine?
What if still, it wasn't meant to be?

Our eyes can not follow their roads dream.
When the road is closed,
The road begins in the mind.

Beliefs aren't only in the hands we trust,
But more importantly, in the heart we hold.

My reality is to escape.
I escape by screaming the truth,
Screaming the truth to be heard.
Heard by closed ears,
Ears such as yours.

My dream is to be able to whisper,
Whisper those same words.
To have those same words I once whispered be heard.
To have those Whispers that I now speak.
Be heard,
Heard by you.