Between The Miles
bởi Heather Stoop
Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If bạn hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If bạn rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If bạn turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, Kiss you.
If bạn free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.
Between the miles-
if bạn need me.
If bạn need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be.
bởi Heather Stoop
Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If bạn hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If bạn rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If bạn turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, Kiss you.
If bạn free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.
Between the miles-
if bạn need me.
If bạn need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be.