And through the night, I lay as if dead, and within the walls of my mind, its your image that i find. Burning bright to fight the cold, and keep me safe where you cannot hold. The sun is mine, a gift I give, but all the while its short to live. I have been lacking and so I beg, for forgivness for the words I dreg. I lay at night a waist in sighs, for the future that always lies, just out of crasp or so it seems, at least that is how it is in dreams.
For A Friend on CT!
