Every autumn that made her ill,
She dreamt of what her life could have been.
There was a narrow road down the hill,
Where her dreams would mourn in keen.
She held her with her trembling hands,
She carried her flaws with the love so true,
She looked at her with the wrinkled smile,
She hid her away from all the blues.
He stood up against all her odds,
He pushed her up the hill,
He was her sky so broad,
He believed in her dreams and will.
The thunder flashed the bitter truth,
The rains wept off 'their' sight,
The storm froze their melting hearts.
Long and dark, sleepless night.
Long and dark, sleepless night.
