Lost In a Crowd - 82nd Airborne

Letter to Kim We were young lovers, you played a game I am leaving my love; take with me my dream. Your magical charm is sweeter then wine. I am yours; I am yours; not sure, you are mine All longings are still; I don't know what to say. I don’t know how to leave; I don’t know how to stay. I am lost in a crowd...far, far from home like a golden ray of a fading blue moon, memories and moonlight enshrine your face, your laughter, your tears in a far away place. I count the stars in an alien land and dram of the gentle touch of your hand. Tonight on guard, time is walking so slow. A teardrop fell in the silver-white snow. In reaching his goal, a man travels alone. In a far away country, I am dreaming of home. Life is a task! Love is to blame, when in search for an answer I hold on to my dream.