This Is Your Voice

Repaired

Bells ring-out around the air, the crowd stops to stare, as you begin to flick your hair, as I just stand there, in the pouring rain, wishing I had everything to gain, hoping you'd give me time, to explain things, so I could make you mine, without the need to pull the strings.

You told me things were hard, that we had come too far, you told me that you was scared, I told you I aimed to get things repaired, you said to me it can't be fixed, that there was no point in me collecting bricks, to fix the foundation, of our home station.

I run around the place, without leaving a trace, draw up a map on my heart, showing you where the place is to restart, hoping you'd come back soon, even if you have to fly to the moon, just to get back to me, at-least there we'd be alone and free, away from the troubles of life, so we can try make things right.

I call out your name, hoping that you're doing the same, wishing you could heal my pain, and be my dame, and tell me you'd never leave my side, never run off and hide, just because life was tough, and you couldn't cope when the seas became rough, I hope you've found new strength, to open me up, and look at my soul's full length, and create a whole new setup, for our love, as we begin to soar up-to the skies above.