go ahead my dear, shed your cocoon
for the sweet scent of spring is upon us
the snow has melted, the roots now sip
as the fingers of green reach for the warmth

and in this new beginning, may I just say
that I am tired of being in the way of myself
In retrospect, I should have use common sense
not let my impulses push you away
for that was the devils voice inside my head

the burden of love you have for me
were the whispers I heard in the winter winds
and now the robins solo, has given more clarity

you are still the music that feeds my soul
you are the voice that soothes these aching bones
your fingers play the chords, that vibrate my heart
as this ghostly feeling haunts these lonley nights