Christian sat in his room playing his guitar, alone. He was very alone. Not
just in a state that he was the only one in the room, but also he was
missing something in his life. Christian closed his eyes. He saw something,
it wasn't clear at first then it became clearer. He saw him and Mandee. He
got a piece of paper and wrote something.
"Close your eyes, and tell me what you see.
The two of us with nothing in between."
That's all he had, but it was a start! Then he thought about Mandee. He thought of everything she's been through. He thought of everything she told him that first night they were together. He thought about how much he hated to see her cry. Something came to him, he wrote it down.
"Say good-bye to all the tears you've cried.
And all the pain that you could never hide."
Then all these idea's came to him. In a hurry to remember them all he furiously wrote them down. Then when he was done, he had a jumbled mess. Then he looked at the "jumbled mess", and made some sense of it. He began to rearrange what he had.
After an hour or so of rearranging, rewriting, and playing he got it! He had finally finished the song he had been working on, with a passion. He had to sing it to her. And, most importantly, he had make her his forever.
"Close your eyes, and tell me what you see.
The two of us with nothing in between."
That's all he had, but it was a start! Then he thought about Mandee. He thought of everything she's been through. He thought of everything she told him that first night they were together. He thought about how much he hated to see her cry. Something came to him, he wrote it down.
"Say good-bye to all the tears you've cried.
And all the pain that you could never hide."
Then all these idea's came to him. In a hurry to remember them all he furiously wrote them down. Then when he was done, he had a jumbled mess. Then he looked at the "jumbled mess", and made some sense of it. He began to rearrange what he had.
After an hour or so of rearranging, rewriting, and playing he got it! He had finally finished the song he had been working on, with a passion. He had to sing it to her. And, most importantly, he had make her his forever.