Your Tears

Your tears
Allow me to go
Into your soul
Your stand
Your cigarette
Your hair
The way you stare always out
There
Beyond my perceptions of time
Beyond our dreams
That would be mine
Your tears
Guide me home
Into your hold
Your message whispered
Oh solo
Slowing me upon his notes
You accentuate
Punctuate
And cause me late;
In my confection of time
Beyond their dreams
That would be mine
Your tears
Will forever flow
Upon these things I come to know
That calculate
An unknown fate
Even in this pace we make
Upon your song
I drift along
Forgotten in time
Even with the dreams
That would be mine...
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