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

I'm running late
I need to go...

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

I just hate it when
It's too high to fall but not...

Wind blowing through trees
The instruments of nature...

Sometimes when you're lost
It's not about direction...

What can't be described
When she walks in the room...

Life is more than reminders
With which we made a note...

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

Rain sounds soothing but
Nature's orchestra will play...

The sand in my shoes
Are now just a reminder...

While standing all day
I feel the weight on my feet...