Alone and floating in the wind
fragile like glass
is my mind and heart
i think of butterflies
when we part
are u too lost in this breeze
thrown together for a time
only to be seperate in the strom
with torture and
pain of losted memories
cancel me out if history will repeat itself
leave meto doddle on the breeze again
he'll piece my heart
with love and faith and i will
grow to be borne agan