03-12-2013, 03:45 PM
Nights only turn to fresh mornings in Spring
And in the Summer, day meets dawn
But when it comes to Autumn birds sing
That's why I never wrote you a song
Winter nights are the loneliest of them all
Humming until another season has risen
Suffice to say I walk in indefinite awe
Still trying to hug the line of the horizon
Not sailing the waters of your seas
Laying under the clear pebbles of rain
I would much rather lay under a canopy of trees
Kiss days no longer embellished in pain
And in the Summer, day meets dawn
But when it comes to Autumn birds sing
That's why I never wrote you a song
Winter nights are the loneliest of them all
Humming until another season has risen
Suffice to say I walk in indefinite awe
Still trying to hug the line of the horizon
Not sailing the waters of your seas
Laying under the clear pebbles of rain
I would much rather lay under a canopy of trees
Kiss days no longer embellished in pain