I’m over you of coarse I am,
stupid I was to let you slip through my hands...

On a windy day
you hear the wind pray...

As weeds grow taller
and snow gets deeper...

The leaves
grow thicker...

Its a feeling of comfort,
or the feeling of true...

I’m loving you more
than I ever knew...

As the moon
shines down...

I look apone my painting of life,
Brush strokes of the dark and the light...

Speak not of my own life,
think not of what you think of me...

I will love you through the darkest days,
I will love you through the sunny days...

This fog is blocking this mile long view,
This fog is rewinning todays to do...

She boxed herself into her own little room,
She told herself stories of what she thought would...