Come back to me, my beloved,
from whichever way the wind has blown you,
for you are caught so deep in my heart
light no longer shines through.
Soon I will break open, my dear,
And it will be shown that I’m empty inside.
It seems I did not follow you for fear
and will not choose to now for honor and pride.
I hold a life in one hand, dreams in the other.
Life is lonely, familiar but cold.
Dreams so risky I can not think to bother.
Which do I let go? Which do I hold?
I wish that the dreams were real for me
And my old life I let fall to the floor
And things I am blind to I could finally see,
not having to wonder anymore.
But dreams do not last, they just fade away,
and you are a dream of the past.
There’s no time to speak it and nothing to say
but changed answers to questions you’d asked.