The way the wind whispers
Speaks your name
Miss you still
Miss the air Around you
Miss the way I found you
When We were running through the rain
This summer heat is upon us
Pounding upon our bodies
Lying on the ground and running
Beat to a pulp and Bloodied
When Time asks you for money
An empty hand is all you have for me
And loveless words rooted from seeds
I see time, I see nothing
All too well
I dwell and miss you
Run through a barren field to get through
All things were meant to
Return to dust
And in their course
God help me, I cannot heal fast enough
