Hear a Zephyr,
A Whisper.
Nothing lasts through eternity.
Except for a Zephyr,
A Whisper.
Confusingly, they don’t want to see.
Block out the Zephyr,
The Whisper.
Why do they focus on what will no longer be?
Whisper to me and say
all those little things that I would have you say
lend an ear, lend a hand
bring me a shoulder when I need to take a stand
So early in the morning
you come to me so beautiful without warning
a smile showing beneath your eyes
so bright and clear, just come on here, and sing to me all your lullabies
I need you here with me so bad
afterall, you are the best friend I ever had
sitting there at my table, sipping caffeine
and me so occupied by your confident self-esteem
Before I knew you there was nothing here
just an empty chair, and a blank stare without you near
this table was so lonely without your presence
breakfast unfulfilling without your company's essence
This world can all go to hell
all the countries and places and things outside our private spell
Just as long as we have you
this world coming to an end and we have this wonderful view
Spinning 'round, so around and loud without any cloud
to blockout your sunlight, sunrays making all these days so proud
just between you and I, this world can pass us by
as long as you are here, so near, who needs this land, this world, this sky
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