There is a love somewhere,
I need to find my way,
back too.
A love from a distant
near past.
A love and lovely feeling,
I didn't get enough of.
In a time so short,
it was there.
It just appeared,
then
it disappeared,
before my very,
crying eyes.
I caught glimpses of it,
now and then,
that old familiar friend,
I had, but couldn't hold.
So, am I weak
for letting her go,
or weak for hanging on?
Oh, to find your place,
to find the one,
but just not keep hold.
Can a dreamers dreams
ever be,
in this real world,
where I find me?
