Naught

Fall away. As we'll do
The strings are tugged and taught
Fraying with my demeanor

Wisps and whispers float along
Captive in infinity

I can only hope to hear hers
I can only hope to feel hers

Smolder out. As we'll do
She sings her songs of naught
And I'm praying that I will hear hers
That I will hear hers

Wisps and whispers float along
Captive in infinity