Friday, February 22, 2008

Strange September

All I want, all I hope for, all I expected faded away. With your hands in mine, with your eyes looking away, I can only hope you will understand how days pass by, how love is not what we thought it would. Lie awake until you see a new sun rising. Keep quiet if you can hold the words, if you can hold yourself, I let go long ago in a hot September, strange September.