• You're just another shadow.
    In this misty haze I live in.
    Another figure out of sight
    Living a different life than mine.
    I'm probably just a shadow to you.
    And we two shadows are just fine.
    On our own, in the mist.

    But sometimes it's different.

    I want to reach out my hand
    brush your silken form with my finger tips
    and know you're there.
    But I never do.
    I cant. I've never held on for so long before.
    But I can't let go.

    But today, today you stepped out of the haze
    I could see you clear, crisp as day.

    You just asked me a question.
    But I know you're there.
    And you know I'm here.

    So I'm never letting go.