A Subtle Breeze
© 2007 by Joe Strell & Marie Jacobsen
I sit staring at your feet
A subtle breeze of life
Whispers round your face
I sit staring at your feet
This is your love
Here and now
Here and now
I will run your race
If you let me take your place
I would, yeah, I would
I would, yeah, I would
If only I could keep up with you
Time running out
In front of me
In front of me
I will run your race
If you let me take your place
I would, yeah, I would
I would, yeah, I would
Soft between your lips
A wisp of breath
Slips away
To other places
Where at last
A peace abides
