In a haze I saw daylight skies turn black,
In pain and skepticism, I looked back.
Lost in hope too late, slowly my head turned,
O my wild confusion is so burned.
The cig’rette ashes of your frame remain
Warmth of your memory, hold and sustain.
Sense the sneak waves creeping up on my soul,
My spirit longing to play a new role.
Your presence blows, and mixes with the wind,
An aura around me, it never thins.
Your peace it deems more important to me,
Than to have you here but not have you be.
Bound together by these dreams, on and on
One day to share again a gold, eternal dawn