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Obscured Sight


I toss and turn can't sleep a wink,

Which means i've got some time to think,

of your hand in mine, our words once spoken,

of a bond that never could be broken,

I guess i've got no one to blame,

but the one who chose the life of fame,

for it's the one who choses to ignore,

the life that is worth fighting for,

who ends up sorry after all,

ever waiting on a single call, 

that will bring them both back together,

too bad I lost sight of forever. 

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