All alone as I'm sitting here
We've crossed the final bridge...

Regretting the past
Often will also make you...

A thunderstorm wakes
Beneath cloudy skies...

It seems so hard now to wake up to life
Every morning I get up before dawn...

Wind blowing through trees
The instruments of nature...

Regrets of the past
Are revised in the future...

A cold wind that was blowing
On a clear blue Autumn day...

He started off low
But his ambitions were high...

I waited for you
Until the sun would shine...

I close my eyes to try to sleep
But even with counting sheep...

I was clearing up my garden
As last night there was a storm...

Relationships like pages, where most begin blank
And start at the first page of the book...