dream for me my summers gone,
dream for me my winters kept.
dream and i will remember...
and i will not regret.
I can not regret the cold winds
who came to kiss us there
out under the mirrored buildings
far from others stairs.
I will not regret the almost
that our lips so firmly spoke
I almost loved you
and so my heart almost broke.
time will come and pass us
we will stay the same
the leaves will fall and wither
and our souls will grow weak and lame.
and with our broken heartache
and with our broken soul
we will go on fighting as time
begins to slow
we will be the timeless warriors
we will be the starving saint
we will be the lost and lonely
as the sun drys up and the canvas is left blank
no more colors to paint with
and no more words to speak
dream of me my child
and i will be the keeper of those who weep
