Her tears fell down to the hardwood floor,

where they were captured,

like a snapshot,

in an antique camera.

Some of us stayed behind,

Where ever we have been,

we just need to learn,

to feel with our eyes.

Hey Flash,

race you back,

to our room,

back there.

You know Flash,

taking flight is easy,

you just have to,

believe.

Trust is like a cloud,

you either dance,

or cave in to,

the storms of this life.

When I was sailing,

the storms and seas,

of this life,

I think we bumped into each other.

I think I touched your face,

in some other place,

Inside a dream,

that seemed like this our destiny.

Angel Wings can be repaired,

time can not.