Make me the rhythm of your breaths,
Make me the music in your voice,
make me something you will call your own,
make me feel again.
There are times,
I close my eyes to pray,
in the bright light of the day,
knowing only you can answer my dreams.
But finding you thus,
is hard as it gets,
so make me the path that leads me to thee..
Make me something you can call by your name,
make me believe again.
I dream of a kiss,
of a touch, of canvas and colors, your shadow,
my hands!
But on this forsaken bed, I lie alone,
I wish, I could make you out of these colorless sheets
I lie on.
So I could do this trick,
make me a magician, or just a wand in your hand,
Make me something you can hold as your own,
Make me love again.
