and when it rains while i dream tonight
and my senses can feel only in gray,
will there be a pavement where footsteps echo,
or a breeze carrying words we don't say?
and when our laughter is but a memory
fading with each passing thought,
will there be anyone to walk with me
and look for what I've always sought?
and while the grass grows longer
around us where we stand,
if i open my fingers out against the wind
will i feel the touch of a hand?
our shadows they cross each other
but never quite seem eye to eye.
for we once forbade their smiles to touch,
though they still don't understand why...