Early, soon comes my dawn.
It appears, like my tears,
Filled with care, this strange affair.
Birds sing, eating to bring,
Mystery’s thing, the memories cling.
Won’t you share, this strange affair?
Seasons can range,
Temperatures change.
Clouds up above,
Mating with love.
If only my feeling was real,
I could see, I could touch, I could feel.
All that I have, I could give,
I could feel I was starting to live.
Time.
All we need is time.
Give me time.