Lingering on...

(Louis Porter)

Is it true what they say about prayer flags?

Your wishes come true as they fade away?

Broken torn and worn thin threads

Prayers reveal as the wind treads

 ...

This time it was my fault.

I reached out

Knowing it was me

And not you

Hoping to grasp but afraid of your return

Then ignoring you like a ghost that refuses to go

And looking up to him

Marching my way

I want to run 

And you sir there in the cornor

Lying lies and secret eyes

You make no sense

I can't see

And you don't want to

But... still... 

I feel sad knowing that it's just about feeling sad

No holding onto hope

It can't be you

I wish it was you in the cornor

But deep down I don't want to play

You