Standing under this dark sky
Wind softly blowing, stars shooting by.
I don't understand why its meant to be
Why you keep slipping farther from me.
My grip is tight and I want to keep holding,
But you keep falling, my fingers unfolding.
Soon you will be lost, and I will be alone,
Not to heart the sweet in your tone.
I'm grasping for your touch, but your almost gone now.
Tears fall from my eyes, as I'm searching some how