He told me he liked the stars. He told me he liked the sea. He told me he liked the storms. He told me he liked the trees.
If I die, could I come back as a star?
If I die could I come back as a part of the sea?
If I die, could I come back as the rain?
If I die, could I come back as a tree?
When the breeze blows through my hair, I can only hope it brushed you too.
When the rain falls on my face, I can only hope it touched you too.
When I see the sunset, I can only hope you saw it too.
And when the stars shine so bright, I can only hope you see them too.
