When I close my eyes, I hear your whisper  
When I’m lost in thought, I can’t find myself
When I close my eyes, I stare out your window
Your face is growing clear — is it just mine?  
Is it just mine?  
Is it just mine?
At the end of the day, I said, “You’re doing well”  
If I were to miss the words, you might be gone like the dying light  
If you’re blown out, I’ll come and find you  
Even if tears make the wood all wet, you’ll say “Hi”  
You’ll say “Hi”
I don’t mind if mud splashes my white T-shirt  
I roll up my pants, step forward with strength — it’s all up to me  
When I was young, I used to call her “Angel,” meaning “Angelia”  
Finally, I learned her wings were born from my path so far