• The light in the sky above,

    seems to turn to the shadows below.

    When the dove and the sky fade away,

    at the end of the day when I see you there under a cold rush of death.

    My heart beates still at the sight

    of you gone, to see the

    fact that you will never be with me.

    I sit and wonder, will I ever move on

    and will light ever find away back into my heart.



    If only I had been smart,

    and never let you leave my sight.

    The you just might be hear with me,

    helping me to find my way again.



    What good is love if it

    turns into dust with the wind?

    My love, heart, and soul is gone

    with the wind never to return again.