As I vanish into the mist of my welled up eyes
I turn to the vision, that is foremost in the skies
It never dawned on me to be a man of hate
the patience I give you, is the patience of fate
As I vanish into the morning dew of sorrow
I turn to the tides, I yearn for tomorrow
I would never imagine you as a child of disease
I await each sentence as I would wait for cool summer breeze
As I vanish into the darkness of the fading moon
I turn out in numbers of the trees left to prune
I cannot imagine the things in your past
I can only whisper the promise of a friendship that will last
As I vanish with your cars every mile
I'll turn to my children and I'll give them a smile
I cannot believe you'll be driving away
For tomorrow you'll be gone, my dreams for you will stay
(don't need an audition for that one)...
