she's somewhere

Another year, another hour As I sit here with these wilted flowers Thinking about what could be ours If only I had the power To rise up and face the stormy showers The fear of not finding you keeps me at bay As I try to shape myself up like a sculptor does with clay That maybe some day We can be each other's star in our own play Somewhere you are hiding Soon I'll catch a glimpse of your soul that's shining And we'll hold eachother in love, saying that we no longer need to be crying