25 percent...

Two down and six to go

until I'll hear your voice again

If only a month passed faster,

but each day is stretched for years instead.

I envy the birds on feathered wings

to go wherever they feel they must

All I can do is sit here and wait,

flightless, and stuck

on the ground where once you stood with me

Now you've gone so far

but right here within my heart

If only... I'd fly wherever you might be.

I envy also the clouds, even tragic storms,

cumulus cottony or thin,

No thoughts or worries trouble the mind

when existence itself is only wind

Ah, to think nothing but merely to float on wind,

a thing of the sky

no sound or sight

No care of what might or may happen

How blissful life would be if you were here

or easier yet if you never were

If I could forget the dream, I'd forget the pain

but I was lost even before the hurt.

Maybe after the next three quart's

when I can feel your comfort like before

Maybe-we can have one day

to ignore all that's in the way

and belong only to each other

Even if you'll leave me again.