Wating for you

I thought you were at the sky,

As I didn't receive your call.

Here I am thinking about you,

Fearing that you didn't fall.

I hope I was speaking with you in your dream,

As I have no one to speak to.

You are the pure water of the stream,

Me the fish living in it.

I see your images here and there,

Being far away from you is my greatest fear.

So here I am still waiting,

As the sun goes down, thinking about you,

Waiting to put the crown on your head.