Is this a run that I am after? A chase I never seem to finish. I’ve jumped off many hurdles; I have yet to find the finishing line. That black and white flag I seek to signal me that I have completed my race. Sadly, this isn’t a race that I am in. I can’t win by doing this on my own.
These tears I have not shed for long,
These tears I wonder why it fall?
That person I once wrote about,
Has now left and I am to blame.
I can’t help it anymore. I’m back at the starting line with a new list of things to find. First on the list is … his heart.
In the still of the night
As I gaze from my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray to you
In the still of the night
All the world is in slumber
All the times without number
Darling when I say to you
Do you love me, as I love you
Are you my life to be, my dream come true
Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill
In the chill, still, of the night
Like the moon growing dim, on the rim of the hill
In the chill, still, of the night