When I left I guess I underestimated How much I would miss it. The salty rolling waves That would dance up to my ankles. The sunsets with your arm around me While gazing out to the ocean on warm sand. The gentle sway of Palm trees Giving shade from the burning sun. Those early mornings Where I could run forever on the beach. I miss the warm weather I miss that house. But I found you here In this snowy magical land And I realized that this place is where I am meant to be.
My undying love for you Is stronger than you can imagine. The ink that flows onto the page Creates the words of pictures beyond compare. The story that you tell Leaves me pushing my hand for more. With each line my emotions And secrets spill onto you, Cracked old paper is renewed. I can tell the warmest and the coldest story Yet you don’t burn or freeze. My love for you is unchangeable If you continue help tell the story for me.
I am the light on rainy days The dew drops that dance in the grass. I am the words spoken through animals The trees whispering leaves. I am the snow dancing onwards The sparkly fields that they fall on. I am the birds lovely song The tune that gets stuck in your head. I am the sword with no blade That cuts precisely through hate. I am trying to be a perfect friend So that our hearts can run free forever.
The sun will rise again Even if the dark seems darker And the nights seems longer. I know the road looks scary And your mistakes seems like giants But as long as get back up Your fears will bow back down to you. Though you might feel like the worst There is someone out there who cares Who knows that you are just as amazing. Just as long as you look forward You will see the sun rise again.
The yellow petals shine against the snow Like the sun against the night sky. The little flowers scatter the white field Out of place they grow. Sweet memories they bring Of summertime warmth and beauty, But the cold will not let you travel far, Winter time is still here. With dandelions in the ice, Growing despite the dead of winter.
Up high in the sky Is where my dreams exists, While cold hard ground Races under me. Longingly I gaze up past the clouds to my dreams Hoping maybe I will fly And grab them with my open hands. The wind picks up, I move to the tips of my toes But I don’t rise, I get lifted. Helpful believing hands Carry me higher to my dreams. Without those hands I would still live grounded, Because achieving the impossible can’t be done Alone.