I knew I could love him
if he would let me in
I chased him like a child
who chases the wind
Sometimes he'd get away
Like a child I had to have him
and like the wind he'd slip away
I believed that the sun
rose
to shine light on his face
and for me the sun would set
so the moon could do the same
I believed I'd breathe him in
I believed just like a child
who chases the wind