They say love can build a bridge
between lovers , too shy to speak.

They say love can make you walk over water
when lovers are apart.

They say love can make you fly
where lovers rest on cloud nine.


But what about the ocean, filled with tears
I see the fog over its surface, and know;
I just know if I swim I’ll see the other side

Where is that time portal,
is it standing in middle of a flower field,
or hiding under the arms of an old tree?
Cause I wouldn’t hesitate to step back in time
and hold you in my arms again.

Where can I find the stones
that can build the ‘so called’ stairway to heaven?
I’ll build it in a blink; just to bring you back to us…

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