she is right, but sees this world as her own to belie her spirit,
knowing not what she needs to find and see here, without me...
It makes me wonder.. as she sleeps, there's a feeling I get,
as I look to the west... and in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke from
what dark clouds veil this blue sky, It's whisper that soothes me, but it impedes not on
the awful collaboration that prevents my will
from meeting hers, while if she could she would buy
but she wont' know, because I don't know
can you hear the wind blow? Your stairway lies on the whispering wind...
I will find you...
I will come soon.