Like days hours so is my weakness to the life that I want and need, itís whispering words of love make me breath, an I exhale to all the moments that I know will come, and hope guides me into time, a touch of sunshine heals my soul, for all heartache has scared me inside, as I smile to the unknown faces that I see back in the mirror,
This, he is my weakness, my hunger that fells me up, day after day, an its those times I cry for, as I say aloud take me home, so that I may remember the memories that hold me fast to this life,
Cry for me I scream aloud, hold me my body is chilled with sadness,
My preacher is the words that I repeat over to myself on a daily basis; it soothes the weakness that lays me, as I form a tear that cleanses my soul,
Mirror image gives me time to know this life, to see its heavens, and embrace its pleasures of life,
Let me see the mirage that displays my photo album of faces that I long to see again, give me time to kiss my lover on the lips, hold my mother, and tell love that I do remember itís gift,
Yes my weakness give me more, so that I my pass by an see a field of lilies blowing in the breeze, smell the dew, and touch the suns rays that warm my cheek, my want and need makes me beg you for love,
Shoulder I rest my head on you, heart I hand you mines so that I may know love, and friend give me more.