What would you do
When winter comes
The breeze blowing cold
And you have no hand to hold?
What would you do
When the flowers bloom
And the world comes back to life
But you feel like dying inside?
What would you do
When waves come back to the shore
And you have no clue
Where home is anymore?
What would you do
When dead leaves pile up
And everything that falls
Gets caught except you?
The years have passed
The seasons too
But if you feel stuck
In the same old place
What would you do?
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
What would you do
When winter comes
The breeze blowing cold
And you have no hand to hold?
What would you do
When the flowers bloom
And the world comes back to life
But you feel like dying inside?
What would you do
When waves come back to the shore
And you have no clue
Where home is anymore?
What would you do
When dead leaves pile up
And everything that falls
Gets caught except you?
The years have passed
The seasons too
But if you feel stuck
In the same old place
What would you do?