I stand on the shore of my life
My feet wet from the waves of fear
Longing for lapping waters to lure me to sleep
I stand on the shore of my life
My feet wet from the waves of fear
Longing for lapping waters to lure me to sleep
The pink of falling petals
reminds her of porcelain skin.
Withered leaves around her she doesn't see.
The wintery wind blows away the boat of messages.
Along it brings a rain, showering on the words.
As the waves rise and withdraw the letters,
silence drifts across the sea.
Sliver of red sleeves peeking out under black robe
Like the sun trying to break out of the dark clouds
Both in search of a promise of spring
Will you catch me when I fall?
As I slip, suspended in the air and grasping
Will you catch me and straighten me out?
As I land on the hard floor of truth
I see you the snow flower
Falling into a puddle of oblivion
No one to catch you when you fall