
i am held apart and
the words said
are not for who
am i say i may be
rejoined if held together
in arms tenderly and
whispers the wind
my name am be
still crushed flower
under the snow
waiting to come of spring

i am held apart and
the words said
are not for who
am i say i may be
rejoined if held together
in arms tenderly and
whispers the wind
my name am be
still crushed flower
under the snow
waiting to come of spring