Was It Really You
The stars are shining; the moon is big and so bright, that the light passes through the
scary night.
The air is cold the breeze will freeze; It’s a cold night indeed. My feet are numb my legs
are cold, my hands are numb, fingers blue, ready to freeze.
I see my breath before me, as I walk along this path, a river to my left with freezing
water running fast. The river mist is rising, the moon’s still shining, and the mist is
getting stronger as covers the path a yonder.
The mist never gets closer, it moves as quick as me. I walk that little faster, the mist!
it's like it knows... it knows I want to catch it, it moves a little quicker...
I hear a little noise, a little rustle to might right. I stop and look and see a tree,
tall and strong, damp and cold, bare of leaves and shinning bright as the moon’s rays
bounce of the damp shinny skin...
But what was that noise, I hear it once again... mist all around, the sound of the river
running behind.
I hold my breath to clear my view, and what I see is you.
You look at me with eyes so blue... I breathe again and see you smile; I take your hands
to warm them up, as I do you disappear.
Was you really here, not a word we spoke, just a smile you gave... and once again the cold
I feel...
I best be on my way, the mist has covered the stars so bright and the moon is ready to
say good night....
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