i must go not a second of our time was wasted you should know we will meet at the shore by winter’s end love will grow like spring she brings the colours back in my head as the petals buds come back to life you’re that much closer to holding me tight bare trees become green like our dreams they become clear i told the skies and butterflies they should come back in for the sun will rise this time and you’ll be over the mountain -Writing on Waves
