When you throw away a beautiful today For an uncertain tomorrow, Love gives up on you And turns to your shadow. Tomorrow will come with it’s empty promises So will remain what’s left of the pain, In the shape of what could have been.
I see you in kind people’s eyes Your happiness in a strangers smile Your tears in the innocence of a child. If only you and not the northern lights Your touch and not the comfort of certainty, Your love and not the world with it’s grace and it’s majesty.
Where do broken hearts go to heal Where do forgotten souls to feel? Who mans the gates of the northern wall? Is it a snow? Or is it the one with the unwritten scroll?