ON THE ROAD THAT LEADS MY TO MYSELF

Your footsteps in the wind

remind me that you're there;

I turn to see you walking,

but I find there's nothing there.

I search for you in the stars,

and look for you in the back of the night,

I've tried to find you in the bark of the trees,

as I pressed them against my cheeks.

I've sought you in the snow

as I've kissed it against my lips,

But beneath the falling leaves,

and between the burst of the sunsets,

something's been telling me that you'll never be coming back,

and yet I will always be in love with you,

even if you're not coming back,

And I will always miss you.