I stand between two worlds were I am dreaming of you and between losing home I would stop the time just to not let the sun shine on the day that i would lose you in it, the day you be came my home i knew it how the story gone end sometimes we know the end of the story before we finish reading. our store it his been written by hidden ink and its only seen by time, you will know what you mean to me in the right time it's mental that distance that separates us.
