Patiently,. You slipped away from me.. It's not alright. you couldn't put up no fight.. But patiently,. the well ran dry.. You needed more water,. you needed more..
Waiting for a sign, a touch of your grace. To carry me home, under these waves. I'm slipping. . I'm crying like a child for the day to begin. To follow your breeze, hunted by your skin.