A tale as old as me.
A memory that I can no longer see.
Feeling as blue as the ocean.
Looking to the moon hoping to see the future.
Not knowing the things that ones have lost.
The fire we lost our powers.
The rain has cast us stones.
The wish of yes is the vision of tomorrow.
This is my now, and I must make a move.
Stress will cause me death, but love will cause me you.
Misconception 