How long must you long for me
The mist of your eyes
The apparition in your inspiration
The dream of your heart?
Must I keep running away
Or must you stay in seclusion?
My name is deeply etched in your heart
Yet your lips are chained with fear and doubt
With a blindfold you do not want to dare
Walk on the bridge that you thought was burned
Frail are the paper walls between us
With one passionate touch they burn down
Let go of your heart to clearly see your vision
Or I must forever be a silhouette left in your ambition