Nothing can compare
A beauty this natural...
I often wonder just how much
We all avoid outside...
How much we lock up inside.
She has to know just how pure my love truly is...
The grace I cling to when I find it hard to breathe.
I watch the mists turn to rain again
From my window
Anxiety through the breeze of lies that Spring is near
No longer ride the wind of dust on my behalf
Just assume disappear, reappear again
It's solely grey... time is repeated
Like flowing streams where water returns
This place in my heart will never end for you.
Will always be here.