Every day I wonder what I should say.
When I see him, my hands start to tremble.
His eyes hypnotize me and sweep me away.
Everything I say comes out in a mumble.
I dream we will run away from this town,
And no one will find our fading footsteps.
The war, blood, and the killing would be done.
He will buy us a farm and for me a dress.
Seeing him in the street gives me a hope.
His poised smile and gait makes my head spin.
But I know deep down we can not elope.
His arm is around a girl with a matching grin.
So here i stand with nobody to hold,
Feeling my dream, hope, and love become cold.