A thousand years,
a thousand fears,
a thousand tears,
we shed.
for each other,
like moth
to flame,
a deadly game,
lost children
looking
for their mother,
and when hearts sing.
the music brings
MAGIC
like no other,
the winter cold,
no hands to hold,
the summer
brief
and sunny
and in the mornings
pressed
close to you
cherished moments,
tender, loving,
funny,
we danced,
we laughed,
we flew,
we grew,
we dared,
we cared,
more than any soul could know
or reason,
the light so bright,
they fit so right
for a hundred
precious
seasons
the moth,
the flame,
the dance,
the same,
then broken wings,
and treasured
things
in pieces
all around us,
the dream
the only one
i long for,
here or there,
our souls
laid Bare,
a million years
from now,
my heart
will ever
hold you.
