I crave for your nearness
so peaceful and deep
to listen to you breathe quietly
as you're fast asleep.

(l.p)

You always went to search
for that peculiar sign of light
an endless search it was
as you disappeared into the night.

(l.p)

I crave
for your love
a love so deep
I crave
for your voice to
sing me to sleep

I crave
for your eyes
to look into mine
I crave
for your love
to always shine

I crave
for you
to make things fine
but you're only my mother
when my consciousness
and dreams
entwine.

(l.p)

She held my hand
and told me
she would never let go;
whether she was lying or not
I do not know

But as I woke up
I couldn't get ahold of her hand
so I went to to find her
in Neverland.

(l.p)

Every day (he would dream)
of  the days with you
your laugh, your kisses
your smile
he would picture your face
when he tried to fall asleep
late at night
he would write poems
and books
(about) the times with (you)
he would make you
the main character
in every single
lovestory he ever wrote
-
You were his reason for
writing all his books
from the first one
(until) the very last one
before (he died)
with a piece of your
love in his hands.

(l.p)

Time exists
only to clear out
our footprints
as we search
for a hand
to hold.

(l.p)

I met a man with
a sadness deeper
than the bottom of his
heart
-

(l.p)