Perhaps I can sit
And send all my secrets to you
Think of your face
Hope all of those signals get through

Well I wrote on the water
But my words just clung to the shore
The ripples just echoed with laughter
And I wrote no more

How times have changed
But still nothing has changed after all
Time is a healer
But will always leave the wounds sore

I melted the ice
And my reasons started to flow
But when I had turned you had gone
They had nowhere to go

With glass held in hand
I sip wine from those bygone days
The bottle is empty
Now all I can see is a haze

I think of those ripples
And wonder if they have a home
Or do they just wait
To see all my words sink like a stone

Perhaps I should place
All these things I say in a boat
And build it with memories
In the hope that my words stay afloat

Attaching a message
So perhaps it might find its way
Then I’ll wait by the shore
For a reply that may come back one day