When I walked through the fog
She was the light
When I walked all alone
Hers was the hand I held
When I had to talk
She was there to listen
When I cried
She was the one to console
When I wanted to laugh
She was there to make me
Now out in the dark all alone
I could not find her arm
I can’t hear her voice
I can’t feel her presence
I can’t see her glittering smile
Where did I loose her I ask?
To myself for an answer
But I find none,
Seems I will have to keep looking for her
May be she will walk up to help an old friend…
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