As I sit on a rock next to the water,
I feel the worm breeze.
Listening to it speak.
I hear your voice,
And turn around.
But you are nowhere to be found.
I look into the water,
And see your face.
Wondering are you really there,
So I turn around again,
Sadly I don't see your face.
I get up,
And walk on home.
I feel your hand on my shoulder,
I goto feel it,
And its not there.
I walk into my house,
And lye on my bed.
Thinking of you I fall asleep,
Dreaming of wonderful things about you.