The flowers bloom a day late, the sun sets too early.
There is no beauty shining through.
The spark never started a fire
So itís time to search for new company-
Iím giving up on reason.
Iím running so fast, with no time to look back.
Itís so hard to breath, and I cannot see you anymore.
Iím feeling empty.
Iím loosing hope.
Yet as I drift farther away, I smile,
Realizing that anywhere I go,
I take you with me.
Stop and breathe.
Is it possible that youíre on fire?