Caressed by a cool breeze
Reignited the fire that began to seize
Touch me again if you may, please
Crime it may be, it may be sleaze
Time has passed gone are the days
It is a distant dream what once were our daily plays
A beautiful child that I had to slay
What’s left is castles of sand tombs of clay
Walk through that door again, someday
I will pray, I will pray!!
