• My plans got screwed up...
    My heart was burned up...
    And turning to the wind the ashes start to fly...
    There it goes... into the sky.
    As they scatter, I try to think
    But as I do, I start to sink
    down the trunk of the tree.
    Thinking of how free
    I could have been.
    Would this be concidered a sin?
    Do I believe in this?
    Sometimes I can't help but miss
    all the things I was going to do.
    But who
    would have thought this would happen?
    I spent most of my life mappin'
    how I would spend it before I loved.
    Maybe things haven't been shoved
    to far from my reach?
    The sky slowly turns to the color of peach...
    And that's when he starts to speak.
    "Please stay with me..."
    Holding out his hand to help me.
    I can't help but shed one tear...
    Because he is so dear
    to me.