Marissa Rodgers

Like the wind needs the trees to feel its touch as it blows from above
And the rain needs the flower to rest upon after its journey,
So my soul needs you to love.

As the tide is washed away without the waves of the sea
And the clouds lost without the clear, blue sky,
So am I without you near to me.

How the branch flourishes along the vine
And the stars shine brighter against the black midnight,
So I am made strong knowing you are mine.