A thousand years
a thousand fears
a thousand tears
we shed
for each other,
Like moth
to flame,
a deadly game,
lost children
looking
for their mother,
and when hearts sing,
the music brings
magic
like no other.
The winter cold
no hands to hold,
The summer
brief
and sunny,
and in the mornings,
pressed
close to you,
cherished moments,
tender, loving,
funny,
We danced,
We laughed,
We flew,
We grew,
We dared,
We cared
more than any soul
could know
or reason,
the light so bright,
the fit so right
for a hundred
precious
seasons.
The moth
The flame
The dance
The same
Then broken wings
and treasured things
in pieces
all around us,
the dream
the only one
I long for,
here or there,
our souls
laid bare,
a million years for now,
My heart
Will
Ever
Hold you! !
