B

Far beyond belief I'd scour
to fold your fingers in.
Man's loyalties I'd keep.
for them to run free.

Though sunshine,
I'm always dreaming.
of foreseen pictures and Roman speech.

But for the longing skies.

Must I ever forgive
the grief inside of me.
Must I ever forget
the one in me.

I'd dream an endless dream.
and I'll keep it in me.