The past is written in love’s embrace,
each moment carved, each trial faced...
Let no second feel like borrowed time,
no heartbeat ever fade in vain...
When the weight of the world grows too heavy to...
when silence whispers of love worn thin...
I never thought love would arrive this way,
not in the quiet, nor in the storm...
Walking, moving, always,
Trudging in the glaze...
The years have passed,
Times have been good, times have been hard...
Walking a Death Valley of colour
Searching for just the blues...
Just in your eyes
is the safe haven...
I’m happy
And I’m terrified...
The cold shivered autumn
and her falling leaves...
And if the sun sets too soon,
I'll wish upon the brightest star...
...