Roaming through life. Like sunlight through trees. Coffee in the morning. Off to work. The routine. Love I seek. My heart, open. Searching constantly. Will it be found? Will my search end? It hurts you know. You gone. Alone. You run through the trees. Away. What did I do? I need your heart. You knew this. Was it too much? I'm sorry. The sunlight still shines. Through the trees.