Save me from my coldness but accept me for my boldness, we'll return from whence we came.
Truth be told we're only growing old and things are still the same.

The air is warm, as emotions swarm through another vagrant night.
Forgiving the past and forgetting too fast the dreams which once took flight.

Another hand traces the smiling faces of the children not meant to live
And still a hand grips till another soul slips... Far to gone too forgive.

An existence which taught me and fate which brought me into the life I call my own
The whispering secret, still I'll keep it... and reap all that I've sewn.

These words they may show me, but never will you know me, I belong to another place
A place beyond speech which you can only reach while gazing face to face.

The eyes the window into a growing crescendo, which tear the lies away.
And all that I am... is right here... in this moment... never to decay...