you breath the air that once too many times turned stale. The cold, the murky and the tears that streak the skies with smoke. Breath in me, my sweetness, that I may know. reach with curved fingers, never too eager, curiousity, hope, optimism traced through the scattered light. I'll hold you as you watch the sky through puddles, and the sillouettes of leaves. I won't look for anything, you might know that I will fly one day, and you will be sorrowful. But the midnight will hold no consolation for you, and you must learn to walk alone.
Don't sigh, don't sigh, for they break those who care, but hold to your heart the words I've said. Don't die, don't die, my sweetness, that I may return, and place my love on your cheek.