As I try to use a pen and my words to decode time and space
the only truth find is expressed on your face
even though as an artist its my god given duty
no words in any langauge could describe your beauty
While it would take a higher dialect to provide a transcription
interpreting your perfection will be my addiction
i cherish your name in every stroke of my pen
and spend nights dreaming of you my lover and best friend
we both dream of the days when we were happy and sober
ill bring the light back to your eyes again
