I was living my life in somebody else's dreams.

You knew that I wanted to be a part of your life.

You knew that I needed to be a part of something.

I was a man whose dreams were deserted by love.

We would be the first to pick the flowers of spring.

To feel our hearts beat as one, a synchronicity of passion.

Kissing one another, cherishing one another's bodies in our sensual world.

But when I get sad and think of the past the skies begin to rain.

We all need someone to rely on for comfort and emotion.

My best dream could however, be better than someone else's worst.

Ever decreasing circles as pebbles of love skip swiftly across life's waters.

Never to have a past, never the way we wished, only the way fate made it.