Believe

Sarah Hegg

[Verse One]

I never thought about the end. Would rather spend my days playing pretend. She was a force that I bowed to, without her I don’t know what to do.

[Pre-Chorus]

She’s swimming through the rivers to the forests in the rain, always liked the pain. She’s miles away but I can’t shake the feeling when she said, “I’ll come back someday.”

[Chorus]

Dreaming, hoping, looking on the horizon. Maybe somewhere she’s thinking the same thing. Over the hills to a new time, I’d believe but I’ve forgotten how to fly. Oh I’d believe, if I knew you’d save me.

I’d believe.

[Verse Two]

And she was crying on her knees. The moment was too big for me. Brown eyes open for the first time, always caught behind the shadow of her mind.

[Pre-Chorus]

She’s chasing up the mountains to the clouds beyond the stars, I’d follow if I could.

She’s miles away but I can’t shake the feeling when she said, “It’s better off this way.”

[Chorus]

Dreaming, hoping, looking on the horizon. Maybe somewhere she’s thinking the same thing. Over the hills to a new time, I’d believe but I’ve forgotten how to fly. Oh I’d believe, if I knew you’d save me. I’d believe.

[Bridge]

Remember the promise, to always be true. I’m not who I once was, but neither are you. Is there still a place for us? Somewhere we can plant our love? Will our paths ever meet again?

[Chorus]

Dreaming, hoping, looking on the horizon. Maybe somewhere she’s thinking the same thing. Over the hills to a new time, I’d believe but I’ve forgotten how to fly. Oh I’d believe, if I knew you’d save me. …I’d believe, oh I’d believe I believe, do you believe? Please believe.

A small ghost sits on a garden bench. Soft violets spill up between the slats, cream-colored roses like tiny crowns above his invisible head.

Of all the flowers, he wants to be the poppies, glowing red embers along the flagstone path, impossible to be missed by any eye. Do you have to be seen to be real?

Through his body, he can see weather-worn wood, and he knows that he is clear as glass-only glass reflects light, and he reflects nothing.

A girl walks into the garden, and she is familiar. Her face is unknown, but he recognizes the honey of her hair and the dimple in her right cheek when she smiles.

She is smiling at the flowers, admiring their bold hues and the grace in their arching green stems. The ghost would rather be the smallest leaf than invisible.

He wants to be noticed by the girl, or anyone. What is the point, if he is all alone?