Your Reality

Composer: Dan Salvato

                Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
                In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
                The ink flows down into a dark puddle
                Just move your hand, write the way into his heart
                But in this world of infinite choices
                What will it take just to find that special day?
                What will it take just to find that special day?
               
                Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
                When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
                When I can't even read my own feelings
                What good are words when a smile says it all?
                And if this world won't write me an ending
                What will it take just for me to have it all?

                Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
                Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
                The ink flows down into a dark puddle
                How can I write love into reality?
                
                If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
                What do you call love in your reality?
                And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
                I'll leave you be