Connection

Want to say the things that I used to

but its not the same now for us two

still the thought makes my heart race

erase this trace the ache must embrace


so here is the deal you must not feel

cover you ears they still hear the voice

you have to make the clear into the blur

never let the world know that you miss her


I write laments for its all that I know

every kind of smile to them I show

these closures are just on the surface

aching heart underneath on the brew


please go away take this pain with you

leave me alone for I can't take it no more

I plead to the thoughts that haunt me

keep me locked in the dark for evermore


Oh Dawn save me fill me with your light

you say that we don't have that connection

know that you are the one who saved me

the one that deserves my affection

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