A thunderstorm wakes
Beneath cloudy skies...

Wilderness echoes
To instruments of nature...

The boy comes across as adventurous
As his father would push him from so young...

I search for a map when love becomes lost
As I'm confused which direction to take...

When walking the blues
always keep a level head...

I try to see beyond the colours
Which nature often paints...

Trust has to be earned
actions speak louder than words...

He sees it passing
But he cannot tell the time...

I'll wait until tomorrow
Before moving on...

When my life was so down low
You gave your hand to hold...

We fell in love with talking
Conversations through the night...

Before you go, before you leave
Think back to what we achieved...