more.

soaring at low altitudes
i still think about you sometimes;
when the reels of my mind start to turn on rewind.
i find that you may still be lost,
the cost, of my caring so daring was grave.
you're the archetype fairytale princess i'll never save.
but i'll carry my compassion 'til it fades from red to gray.
someday, far too far in the future
for even pithy words to say -
or for this song to play and stray away.
away, away, away.
there are too many things that i have to say;
away, away, away.
have been these thoughts for some time
until today, i decide to say -
that there's no peace for a lover choosing to quietly keep
away, away, away.
and my memories are gone not too soon before i decay.