When do you stop to say hello? Has time made me fade and I just don’t know it? Even when the brightest star loses it’s twinkle, there is something that makes it special. But me, I’m only a part of the scenery as you pass me by, as though I were a ghost you look right through me. Passing in the wind and living in the dust of yesterdays past. Time and time again this ghost has found a tear through the seasons. When will you see, I’m still here?
Bright eyes burning like fire, how do you glow, then fade? How does the light that once burned so bright, suddenly burn so pale?