Sunday, October 16, 2011

It's the price of an artist the price of my dreams...


Guess I'm not meant to be with you right now,
but I'll wait here for you, 
I don't know how.

No matter how much I want you to stay,
it's a life of solitude that I must pay.
So please hold me tight, 
and say we won't fight,
because our days are numbered,
 before we take flight.