Whispered Confessions

What I consider night may be day to you I am the night and you are the day and we can never be together You start each day with your light that shines with hope, I end it with the darkness that hides one’s doom Every day I wait for the sun to rise and set For those are the only times we meet But I'm hoping that maybe one day or one of these nights Maybe if I tell the world how I feel about you, Do you think the world will let us be together? or maybe if we are real quiet the world will forget about us And we could be together There will be no more need for whispered confessions of midnight secrets, no more tears and a shed like cold rain When that day comes, there will be no distance between us I sincerely hope there will be a room for you and me, nothing but skin.