| The twisting in his stomach
was telling a tale
of a turning heart
While he filled the pages
with the shards of words
of a burning art
She lies under sheets
and stares up at a dancing thought
that’s has taken the night
Beneath this chilly sky
it's the hope of something beautiful
that has taken the night
Between them sits a road
a road so covered in snow
some say, it could make you blind
A road so covered in snow
some say, if you waited just long enough
it would be a beautiful place to find | |
