What would you say,
If asked to stay,
In this odd little place,
We call home with grace.
Can you speak,
Without fear of being thought weak;
Whisper a tale for me alone,
Of times that have come and gone?
Can you lie for a moment,
To hide a truth that is a torment;
Let us forget the past,
And dream that life would last
Without us having to bow to fate,
So I can lie beside you now with not hate,
But struck with a fever;
With a dream of love forever?
