I am still trying to find ways to live my dream.
I see the stars, but sometime the moon is unclear to me.
I tried to wait and find the right thing to say.
It never came so my nights turned into days.
The trees are no longer standing where we stayed.
The loved that brought them here took them to their grave.
This is not the life I need to see.
It is the one that I somehow chosen to live.
A lonely one with not anybody to call.
I miss you, but sometimes I do not remember you at all.