A Contrail To Follow

May God Make Our Beginnings Meet Our Ends
I need your smile Not your frown I need this light This pause of sound But something could change Something could mend This perfect daylight may end I need this wind and your hair unwound Our time of silence has left me unsound If we've developed into friends May God make our beginnings meet our ends If I could explain what's in my head If I could say what's been left unsaid If you could forgive me Let things mend Our time of silence could end From Letras Mania