15 June 2002
I traveled at the speed of sound
to be with you, to be around.
For me, you are the only crest
that stays pure inside my chest.
But how would you know my way
for you don’t listen to what I say?
I stole a ride on a passing star
just to see you, ‘cause you’re far.
I shower the stars’ light so bright
to make your sad feelings all right.
But how would you notice I cry
for you don’t look up in the sky?
I send love to the whispering air
to make you think that I care.
If the cold breeze touches your skin,
it is me, it is my feeling.
For now, love may not be noticed.
Someday, you’re the one who’ll bless.
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