Sometimes when you are alone
shutting your mind off the world and on its own,
you dream with your eyes open nothing spurs you.
but your own thoughts...

Taking you on a journey of tears and flowers.
You live through it all again, the pain, the cries
the smiles, the rain.....

You see her close to you , in your arms,
but she is not their.
The wind blows her hair on your face,
but there is no breeze.

Her breath you can feel, but wait
its your own, you can't feel.
you dream again of the times when
you were not alone..

Imaginantion gives solace to the mind
who makes you belive .
The truth strikes your heart
and conjours beads of sorrow from your eyes.

the tears bring you back ,
its today you should live in

yesterday is long gone and tomorrow is refusing to come.