I held on while I let you go; and darling if that's not love I don't know what to do.
When you walked away I only told you one lie and that was that I hated you.
That lie was true only on the surface because deep in my heart, darling, it split me in two.
I'm still in love, despite my best efforts; you're beyond me while I'm in my own noose.
Staring at a map, I cross the distance with my fingers and understand there is no use.
Life has made it's own plans for what became of us, and darling, love is always askew.

To the young ones who have been taken from us? I write about all things beautiful for there is many that cross the sky of life.
love does exist for me, only if I can as well see time as a sign an opportunity, to find, as a part of my design, to free the blood of my inner child, is to live, love, write and protect the beauty of the innocent child.