Paper Cut Eyes

In the wind

In the wind

I catch glimpses of you in the wind,

the friend I love so dearly.

You seem to be lost,

again I've lost you quite nearly.

What has to be done,

for you to return?

Can you ever find the path on your own?

Do paths cross just to part once more?

If so is that how we are?

Where you have gone,

I cannot find you

but I'll hold on to the hopes that one day,

one day I'll catch a glimpse in the wind,

of you saying, you're here to stay.