The
sun breaking through
We
rise and fall,
strokes are half from the side
White walls turn gold,
there in the early light
A grain of gold
around us,
in
comes the cold
She sinks in my weary eyes
Something
she knows
Speaks of the ancient signs
It marks my soul,
and she returns a smile
As my grain of gold
around us,
in
comes the cold
Is fate left untold?
Is this real?
She's asking me
We're making ours bloom,
it's closing in