I will tell you, the burdens of my soul, how the world is the color of the paved way,

I will tell you, the burdens of my soul, how the world is the color of the paved way, how your eyes were the color of sunshine and dusk, and coffee all together. Because I will leave one day, and I wanted my words more than my face to be remembered. When I leave I wanted my space in your heart to be not empty, I want my words to reside in that tiny little space.