A Trumpeters' Lullaby
There's something different about speechless encounters
When the rain pours and we're soaked from the days work,
my legs tremble and my eyes water
With the buds of pain dripping from my eyes
It has been a lifetime since I promised myself forever
And today seems to be as hopeless as yesterday
But it is not long
Before your arms are draped around mine
And it feels as if we're locked within a trance
Smiling feels less of a chore now
If moments could last forever
If I could choose
I'd choose this moment; our speechless encounter
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