Come Back.

We were the leaves of the same tree,
We fell we flew we sung together,
But the wind flew you alone one day,
Watched the colours of flame rise and fall,
Counting days for your comeback,
The world was endless so was the hope,
Long afternoons the way we sat,
Said nothing but spoke a lot,
Saw the greens bloom and shine,
With their passion till they died,
Heard the sky cry with me,
Stranded  here with a cling of hope,
Too afraid to let the hands go,
For your search.