Parallel roads

Parallel roads

My body feels a strange presence,
it heats up before your very presence ...
It is full of tenderness empty heart ...
and my wings to shelter your cold open.
Born a strange force to frighten the fear ...
the thought of you free focuses on my mind ...
I long for the day to see you fly with your own wings.

I do not want to turn and see you back, or would like to see your shadow nothing more ...
So take my hand and let me lift your flight
Take my hand and looks at the sky
Take my hand and we adjust the pace, to be always parallel to the road ...