Majestic mountains hide behind spring clouds.
Each cloud sloping to the valley floor...

The distant roar
Of an approaching storm...

I sit here and dream
Of when you'll return...

I don't deserve the love
That you have given to me...

The strings hole the notes
That play the time's melodies...

That day I met you,
Wasn't just any day...

I met you all
Three years ago...

So small and fragile
Gasping for air...

To those who sat and wondered:
Yes, I did mean all I said...

You saw my pains when no one else could.
you made me smile when no one else tried...

I want to hold on.
I don't want to let go...

There is a small place in town,
It's a place where I go and sit...