Still the question comes around again...
There are the moments I wonder where I may stand,
the times that you are away, your voice echoed in my mind
There are the days missing you, wanting to hold you
Still the question comes around again when that time will be at hand
There are the moments I think of you as the Moon, surrounded by a crown of stars
the times when the sky seems to move and the earth appears to sway
There are the days wanting you to hold me in your tender embrace
Still the question comes around again when that time will be at hand
There are the moments passed waiting to see your smile,
the times when a song is played, remembering your eyes
There are the days hoping for you to say words that will fill that void
Still the question comes around again when that time will be at hand
There are the moments passed like a child's playtime,
the times when feeling as just a toy, forgotten and broken
There are the days trying to push those thoughts out of my mind
Still the question comes around again when that time will be at hand