When music hits my ears, emotions come like dry tears.
So I write a poem and think about that deer.
That deer I almost had
That deer I had to catch.
But she ran into the forest...
So I write a poem and think about that deer.
That deer I almost had
That deer I had to catch.
But she ran into the forest...
Her skin, it was different from the rest.
Her Delicacy, so sweet and so fast
and her accuracy, so precise and so... right.
I want my deer back, because what she is to me...
I won't ever feel that... but I want her to be free.
So run away my delicate and strong dear,
All my thoughts are towards you but I am with no fear.
Because you are strong and you can survive this life
Of torments and full of different sorts of fights.
But I still carry the hope that one day,
In on of those nights, one scary and lonely night,
You'll come back or we'll meet at the bay.
And we could stay together and it'd feel so... right.
But that's only a hope and it reminds me of this quote.
"Being strong sometimes means being able to let go"
Her Delicacy, so sweet and so fast
and her accuracy, so precise and so... right.
I want my deer back, because what she is to me...
I won't ever feel that... but I want her to be free.
So run away my delicate and strong dear,
All my thoughts are towards you but I am with no fear.
Because you are strong and you can survive this life
Of torments and full of different sorts of fights.
But I still carry the hope that one day,
In on of those nights, one scary and lonely night,
You'll come back or we'll meet at the bay.
And we could stay together and it'd feel so... right.
But that's only a hope and it reminds me of this quote.
"Being strong sometimes means being able to let go"