In This World, Not of It.

I left no room for expectations.
High hopes are always brought down.
I sat soaking in my limitations,
Til I saw you apart from the crowd.

You took the humble stage,
Clenched that oh-so-lucky mic,
I heard that passion in your voice,
Boy, you shined to bright...

And now,
Oh now you sing your song,
That song that makes every dream seem possible,
Every hope within my reach.

But now,
Oh now you end your song,
That song that made my world stop spinning,
But now your drifting back into that crowd...
I feel the emptiness now...

You're gone, you're gone,
But really you're still here.
My eyes plea to heaven,
And it all becomes so clear.

It's you that I want,
You're the type that I need.
Whether it will be you or not
Your impression still haunts... me.

And now,
Oh now I sing your song,
That song that I have stored in my heart,
The heart that beats for one like you.

But now,
Still now no one sings back to me,
I thought I could find another,
A sweet sweet boy like you.
To be mine.
But none I find.

I said hello, you said goodbye.
Said, "Be there Wednesday?"
I said I'd try.
You're too much,
I'm not enough.
But could you be my template?
Please be my template.
The next boy will have to try,
Oh how he'll have to try,
To be just like you...
My song of the night.

And now,
Will someone sing his song?
I ache to sing along.
And play pretend til it's you.

But now,
No one dares to sing his song,
That wall is so so strong,
The only one who can tear it down is you,
My sweet, swift song of the night.

(Jessica Valdes)