Mountains make a molehill Out of a love that is no more, Oceans make a puddle Out of the tears upon the shore. Winds make a requiem Out of the sadness born in cry, Forgiveness lights the dim And makes the heart as big as sky.
As I sit here, I can't deny The simple fact that you aren't mine The days grow longer while I wait For you to say you've made a mistake. I hear you whisper in my ear See your reflection in every tear
Like a flower, Without rain Like a heartache Without pain Like winter, Without snow Like a concert, Without a show Like a poem, Without rhyme Like a clock, Without time Like a pen, Without paper