From the day that day I reached out my hands, to your extra offering of support,
You suspend me high, my head in the clouds, lost in youthful bliss.
But our time becomes shorter; the bonds that link us together weaken,
And I lose my grip of you, from that edge. You fall and leave forever.
You leave me hanging on that ridge, alone, losing my grip.
At first my voice calls loud and strong, echoes rebounding back, and soon the vocals hit keys of major, sadness dulling my senses.
I can no longer feel what is good, love falls like water from feathers,
I can no longer hear the dedication and devotion,
I can’t even smell you, your scent that brings us together,
But what kills me the most is that I can’t see you, darkness clouding my vision and judgment. And within that delusion I reach out to you, but foolishly I no longer hold on to where you left me.
All sense of time lost, all humanity, all feeling.
I speak out to you in the dark, I wish on every star.
But the magic won’t work this time.
All I can do is wait for the blackness to disperse, and wait for you to lift me, and so my heads are in the clouds.
Smiling.