Amalfi
Dormant spore resting in the dust
Nothing ever means nothing
Trampled like us
Just living for the dog now
You were just a feather
Another life in the breeze
I could feel you with me
When I couldn't feel a thing
You showed yourself to me like
Forsythia in the Spring
I can feel you with me
When I feel everything
Writer/s: JOHN ROSS
