| I�d listen forever To find a sign in you Your role was certain a task Employed pilot in this ship of flight But no sooner than my roots grew thick into you You stopped; bathing, thinking, breathing, being I clamber out of your decaying heart Stumbling through grasslands of your failing mind, just in time to save my dyling light Stumbling from your red I look behind, thinking I must have shed that shade for Earth�s blue Because here I am With the promise of a new hue, and No solid evidence of you |