12042025

For all the love I have Even if we were to die In the rays of a new sun I'd see your light And in the grass I'd feel your touch In the soft breeze your gentle sigh The cicadas too copying the beauty of your voice For all that is, is an imitation of you Of your sound, oh so soothing Of your soul, oh so soft Even if I bled and tore, in that red I'd see you For what I am is what you allowed me to be Without you, there would be no truth in me.