Cobweb Bridges

The days go by and so do months, been so long now since I saw you last. To listen to that voice my ears crave, but to pick up the phone and give you a call I have a lot at stake. With every falling star there is the same old wish, in hopes of it coming true my days languish. Making bridges with cobwebs burning them down at your convenience, you have done that a great deal spurned my love with a hand of steel. So, here I lay confined in my castle of tattered hope for the fading memories in the darkness I grope. You have cast a spell on me for centuries I have stood here, waiting for thee. Yet I continue to pray for that ray of light, which will finally paint my windows bright.