Bird's wings outgrow me,
in these old things,
I left your treasures
out in the backyard.
Just as you told me
in the warm breeze
of the summer that's
only gone by.
Even though winter's so cold
and no hands to hold,
we'll hold on so tight
to the thought,
of what we're both waiting for.
Frost on the panes,
curling the leaves in its grasp
your frost bitten breath
holding me tight where I'm at
It doesn't seem fair
do you think?
The time we spend just to wait
but I'll keep on waiting...
