Like a Storm
We thought we would not grow old
And call one another home
And yet we were unafraid
Fear not, your last moments alone
Holding softly, the ages of our youth
Early mornings, fables wrapped in truth
And it comes around here, Autumn, Winter to the Spring
Summer's long gone now, empty halls of stone
Finding darkness, over by the sea
Winter's closer now, water ebbing here
Dressed in colours like storm
Low, lowly; Shadows we have left
You were the earth tomb, fade into the dawn
Quickly find me, rolling truths and ancient stone
Reaching closer now, bright to be atoned
Dressed in colours like a storm
Now you go Dear
No more can you be here
Autor(es): Kitty van Cuylenburg
