I'll reach for your hand in the cold of winter,
I'll reach for your hand in the heat of summer
But if my short life can't reach the dawn of spring,
I promise, in heaven, I'll reach you with my wings.
I know your life can go on without me,
That you can be happy without me,
that you can survive without me,
But even if you turn me away,
I will still choose to stay with you
And be your sweetest stranger forever...