Relations are stronger than life
Stronger than death
We can't let them go
We wait for the silver line
In the darkest of the clouds
Watching the seasons change
Waiting for the spring
I sat alone for ages
I never knew when the spring set in
Flowers bloomed
The skylarks sang all night
I never heard
Though I had kept the windows open
I waited through the seasons
For a life of dreams
Now I know… its winter
Flowers withered, dreams frozen
Now I stay behind the windows
Closed.
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