Would you dance for me,
if you knew it would heal my soul?
Would you leave me,
if you knew it would give you a laugh?
Would you stay,
knowing the grass was greener on the other side?
The sound of the thunder,
creates a shadow of your mind.
I will read all the words,
even though it’s lacking photographs.
And as the stars are falling,
I will wish for you to stay,
and I will write you a book,
just to get the message through.