A chance to live, a chance to dream,
A chance to have been anything.
I lay here in my bed awake,
And dream of you until daybreak.
The silent tears, for which I’ve shed,
The sickening silence that runs through my head.
And I sit and I sigh, I’ve nothing to do,
Except sit in the silence missing you.
A chance to breathe, a chance to see,
A chance to be what I want to be.
I sit here in my room alone,
Thinking of things you have shown.
The words unspoken, that I hide,
The meaningless conversation has died.
And I sit and think, I’ve nothing to do,
Except sit in the silence missing you.
7-25-2001