When the winter creeps in
And the frostbites crawl in your back and the cold leaves your fingertips numb,
I'll be the spring that comes
That let's the flowers bloom and let the fresh crisp air seep in your lungs.
I'll be the warmth that your hands and heart long for.
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
When the winter creeps in
And the frostbites crawl in your back and the cold leaves your fingertips numb,
I'll be the spring that comes
That let's the flowers bloom and let the fresh crisp air seep in your lungs.
I'll be the warmth that your hands and heart long for.
