I'm dreaming of your untested eyes: will they shine
Today? Will they shine? Summer's starting early, and I'm
Not over spring yet. Summer's starting early this year.
Spiraling differences create a new life for a shaken
Young man. Blue housedress, fading fast with time and
Age, a metaphor for where I let us go. Will we rise
Again? I burnt down bridges heavy-heartedly to leave you
Behind. Silence makes me blind. Create a new life. Will
We rise again?
