Baby

Maybe where we go from here Depends upon the atmosphere And its willingness to provide us With each breath we breathe As clarity reveal the stars To feel so close yet be so far Far from the source of all its light Our eyes on the stars tonight The beaten path worn down to stone It's up to us to find a way Converging path - the order of the day Parallel Marching to a different beat Passionate facade - deceit Left its mark on each of our faces Scars and traces Indented by your fingertips Indebted to your willingness Desire once a dying flame Sparked to burning life by the mere mention of your name