Late at night I lay awake
Slowly breathing and I think
Of all I've ever lost, mistakes I've made
All the pain I keep bottled inside
Once in awhile I even manage to cry
I lost my brother, I can't believe he's gone
His body hasn't even been laid to rest
And I wonder if his soul will find peace
I try so hard to get by and do my best
Make my parents proud, putting my skills under stress
And then I think of the first time I saw you standing there
Wanted to be your friend, maybe more, but do I dare?
The first time I saw your eyes I fell in love
And when I tasted you lips I was in heaven
Then I'm happy and can rest easily
No nightmares, only dreams of sweetness
Of lovely eyes, tender lips, silken hair and skin like velvet
Of a soul so rare and a love so deep I'm afraid
Afraid to lose it, abuse it, be without it and ruin it.

all text Copyright Cary Preston Richards, 1999